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My name is Link and my boyfriend’s name is Mark. We’re fresh out of college and are headed to Boston to visit my family before heading off to California to start our careers in the tech industry. We didn’t have much money so we were taking the bus to Boston from Penn State. It was very early in the morning when we and the other passenger loaded unto the Greyhound. It was a packed bus but we were able to find a couple seats towards the back, unfortunately it was by the restroom.

We quickly settled in and were planning to sleep immediately. My body temp tends to run more on the chilly side so I wore my hoodie the other way as if it was a blanket or those Snuggie things. I was so tired I didn’t even check if Mark was settled in, I fell right asleep. I don’t know how many minutes or hours passed, but my eyes slowly lifted open. The sun still hadn’t come up yet but then I felt something. Mark’s hand was under my hoodie and stroking my cock through my sweatpants.

I looked over and he whispered in my ear, “Everyone’s asleep around us and I’m horny.” I was still pretty tired but my cock was at full attention. Mark saw there were no objections from me so he slid his hand in my waistband pulled down my sweatpants. I did it just enough to free myself but not too conspicuous for anyone peeking over at us. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his warm hand on my cock. I was already leaking precum and he used it to help wit the hand job. Doing such a lewd thing in public wasn’t enough for him. He started whispering dirty things to me as he continued to stroke me.

“You like that don’t you. My naughty whore. Allowing me to molest you with a bus full of people. Fucking slut. You like that? You like me stroking your dirty cock in front of these people? Yeah you do. I bet you wish I’d put it in my mouth, huh? Tell me you want me to put it in my mouth. Say it or I’ll stop.”

Of course I wanted my cock in his mouth. I looked around to see if anyone was paying us any attention. I simply slid my hand around the back of his neck and push him towards my crotch. He lifted the hoodie and got under it. I felt his hot mouth slide over my manhood and his tongue getting to work. It took a lot for me to not make any sounds. I kept my eyes peeled for anyone that was walking Cemre Escort towards the restroom. I wanted him to hurry so I held his head in place and bucked my hips.

I fucked his mouth but the hoodie could barely muffle the wet sloppy sounds of my cock hitting the back his Mark’s throat. I tensed up and shot my load into my boyfriend’s hungry mouth. He gingerly sucked a couple more times to clean me off. With a last suck off the tip that made me shiver, he was done. We kissed and I tasted the cum off his tongue. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from my backpack and drank some before handing it to him. I was now back to being sleepy so we fell asleep again.

At the halfway point, the bus pulled over to a truck stop. The driver said we had about 30 minutes to stretch our legs and get something to eat. After using the restroom, I noticed there was leftover cum between my thighs and told Mark I’d better go take a shower to clean up before getting back on the bus. I went to pay for a shower stall and Mark was going to stay outside the stall. He’s a little bit protective. As I was getting ready to get in, a big burly trucker walked in and eyed us a little bit. I felt a little uncomfortable at the way he was looking at me so we quickly headed towards my assigned shower when the trucker spoke up, “Hey, are you two gonna shower together?”

“No, he is. I’m just here to make sure no one bothers him,” Mark said confidently. I was pretty sure that big trucker could toss each of us with one hand. But then the trucker replied, “That’s too bad. I’d pay some good money to see you two shower together.” That got Mark’s attention. As you can already tell from earlier, Mark is a bit of a thrill seeker and a bit a voyeur.

“How much we talking,” Mark inquired. The big guy pulled out two one-hundred dollar bills. Mark continued, “You only get to watch.” The trucker just nodded. Mark nodded also and the next thing I knew, all 3 of us were now in the shower room. The trucker locked the door and stripped just as we did. We folded and placed our clothes on the long bench. The trucker sat at the end of the bench closest to the shower. He had an average sized cock that was already hard. He slowly stroked it as we turned on the shower.

As Cemre Escort Bayan we started to soap up, the trucker said, “Yeah soap him up real good for me.” With that, Mark started to lather me up from head to toe. Mark got right up behind me and I could feel his hard cock press against the small of my back. He whispered, “You owe from this morning. Be a good slut and assume the position.” He placed a hand on my upper back and pressed me to bend forward. I braced myself with my hands ahead of me.

The trucker moaned in appreciation when Mark moved to give him a better view. He could see all of me from behind. Mark grinned as he lathered up his hands and started to work my cheeks. He would spread them and then let go to give a little bounce. He spanked me a couple times and could see it was really affecting our paying viewer. Mark slid one finger from my balls up to my awaiting hole. He played with it, circling it and making me moan with anticipation.

“Tell us what you want slut,” Mark asked me. I replied, “Please, give it to me.” Mark laughed, “Give you what whore?” I groaned, “Give me your cock. Fuck me, please.” He slid his finger into me twisting, pulling, and pleasuring me. The trucker breathed heavily, enjoying the two youngins in front of him.

“Come on! Fuck me!” I urged. Marked looked over at the trucker, “Should I?” And he replied, “Yeah, Fuck him real good.” With that, Mark stepped behind me and slap my ass with his cock a couple times before plunging into me. The first couple thrusts were slow but then he really started to give it to me. He started to fuck me real good. Again and again, Mark assault my ass with his cock. He pulled on my hair as he pounded away. I could hear the trucker still sitting behind us, “Ohhh yeah. Fuck that ass. Fuck him real good. That’s it boy. Give it to him. Take that cock boy!” he said as he furiously beat his meat.

My legs were starting to give. I was in total ecstasy. The pleasure of my lover fucking me. The excitement of fucking in front of a strnger for money. I gave into the lust and moaned with the thrusts. My knees buckled but Mark caught me. We lowered ourselves onto the tiled floor and he continued to pound away. My eyes rolled back in Escort Cemre my head from the sensation of everything, the hot water cascading over us, the cock sliding in and out of me, the sounds of skin slapping on skin. I looked over with glazed lust filled eyes over at the trucker. He was sitting there still stroking his cock. I saw that he has shot one load already and was on his second wind. I licked my lips and he got the hint.

The burly trucker walked over and they both helped me up. I clenched a little and a moan came from behind me as I bent forward to take the trucker’s cock in my mouth. I’d always wanted to be spit roasted like this. I felt Mark reach under and tug at my cock. That meant he was getting close. I hungrily sucked the new cock in front of me. I felt like such a slut. I think if more guys came in, I’d give them all a turn. I moaned and groaned with an ass and mouth full of cock. The trucker held on my head and started to fuck my face.

I could tell both guys were about to be done. Mark drilled into me a hand full more times before shooting his cum deep in me. The trucker was the same, the salty cum filled my mouth and he quickly softened up. Exhausted, we all rinsed off a final time before collapsing on the bench to slowly dry off with the towels. As we got dressed, the trucker handed over $300. A little extra for tip. As we left the building to go to the bus, the trucker called to us and asked us where we were headed. We told him and he offered, “I’m heading to California in a few days. If y’all wanna ride with me, there’s plenty of room. Plenty of money in it for ya too.”

We exchanged numbers and got back on the bus. As we settled back into our seats, I smacked Mark, “Since when did I give you permission to whore me out like that?” He smiled, “Since when did you accept being such a whore?” My ass was sensitive still and asked, “Did you have to fuck me that hard?”

“I just did what our customer asked of me. He told me to give it to you real good.” Mark answered with a grin. He continued, “When we get to your folk’s house, I’ll be sure to give it a kiss to make it feel better.” I rolled my eyes and laughed, “You better. Are we really gonna ride to California with that guy?” And Mark replied, “Why not. Free ride plus he’s willing to pay for a little more action from my little whore.” I lightly smacked him again. Then he whispered, “Maybe this time we’ll let him fuck you. Maybe you can ride his cock while he’s driving.” as he started to feel my growing cock again. This was gonna be a long trip….

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My name is Hira. I was born in Cairo in 1985 and lived a comfortable upper-class life. My father had a big business and I was considered a good catch. I was very good-looking and I had finished high school. I couldn’t find a good job and I wasn’t academic. Just after my 18th birthday my mother told me that she had found a nice boy to be my husband. I told her that I was not really interested but she then went on to describe that he was 24, he was a graduate in engineering and had a good job and that his father was a very important general in the army.

We agreed to meet him and our families met over cups of tea and delicious cakes. I met Mohammed for a few moments with the whole group and then it was suggested that I go into another room and talk with him to see if I liked him. We talked for a while and then we came back in and everybody looked at us but I didn’t say anything. I went outside to talk with Mohammed again for a long time and this time I decided that he would probably be a good husband. When we came back and announced our decision, there was much happiness.

My mother contacted his mother and told me there was a problem. His mother said that she was very happy for the wedding to go ahead but only on one condition – that I was a virgin. She wanted a certificate of virginity before the wedding. I resisted but finally I gave in. I didn’t want somebody looking at my pussy.

My mother took me to an expensive clinic which specialised in doing this for the upper classes of Cairo. I went to the clinic and Dr Abbas who was a handsome young man came and talked to me. He asked me if I knew what was going to happen and I told him that I knew and that I wasn’t very happy about it. He said he would have to examine me because he would have to give a certificate that I was still a virgin. I went into a little dressing cubicle and put on a blue gown and came back and he sat me down onto what I now know is a gyno chair. I had to lie down with my head down and my knees up and over some stirrups so that he could look directly where my bottom was. He asked me to open my lips and separate them very widely so that he could look into my vagina. He said that I was definitely a virgin which I already knew.

I asked him how come he was doing this without a nurse present and he replied, “Sometimes the ladies prefer to see me alone. You would be amazed at the number of young women who are about to get married and they have no idea what sex is all about. They weren’t taught at school and their mothers won’t tell them so when they get here they want to talk to me and they must feel embarrassed because they don’t want the nurse to be here. They must trust me more than they trust nurses.”

“Oh. Now I understand. Well I don’t know much about sex either. I just know that my husband is going to push his penis into me and hopefully I will enjoy the experience. Is there something else I should know?”

“Actually a lot. Do you know what this is?”

“Is it what I think it is?”

“I am sure you know what it is.”

“I last saw one when my little brother was six or seven. It was nothing that size. It was the size of my finger.”

“Well they grow. Normally they are soft but they get hard like this when the husband is going to make love. This is average size.”

“You mean he’s going to push something like that into me?”

“Yes. That’s why I am showing you. Many Egyptian wives become so frightened when they see their husband for the first time that they freeze up completely. So many Egyptian marriages fail because the wife develops vaginismus – she can’t open up enough to let the husband enter her. Most Egyptian wives know nothing about sex before they are married. They teach you everything and nothing at high school. Your mothers won’t talk to you.”

“Well I never expected that. Are you serious? Is that really going to fit inside me? Are you sure?”

“Yes I am sure. Millions of Egyptian wives enjoy having their husband enter them every night but you have to know how. If you lie back in the chair I will show how to use this.”

Dr Abbas pressed a switch and there was a buzzing noise. “You hold it and touch yourself just there.”

Hira gave a reflexive start, “Wow.” This was the highlight of Dr. Abbas’ work. He loved to see virgin girls in his gyno chair being touched with a vibrator on their clitorises for the first time. Inside he was a pervert. He touched my clitoris with his finger briefly. I am sure he wanted to see my reaction. I am sure he does that with all the girls who come in.

“It’s exactly the same shape and size as Mohammed is likely to be. I want you to just push it in just a little bit and then stop. I want you to see there is no problem in something that size pushing into you.”

“You’re right. It feels good too.”

“That’s enough for today. Tell Mohammed I want him to come and see me before the wedding so that I can make sure he knows what he’s doing and I’ll give him this thing – it’s called a vibrator. Here’s a little book you will find handy.”

A Örnekköy Escort week later. “Ah Mohammad, I’m so glad you came.”

“Hira told me that I would learn a lot and help to make our marriage a happy one.”

“That’s right. I presume you’ve never been with a woman before.”

“Never. It’s very hard in Egypt to get information that you can trust so I am very happy to learn from you.”

“Hira is very beautiful and I’m sure she’ll make you happy. The most important thing is to make sure that she enjoys sex from the beginning. I’ve made a pink silicon model of a woman’s bottom. When you first look at it, it’s all closed up and you can’t see anything. When I pull the lips apart like this, everything is revealed. There are only really two things that you need to know about. See this little thing sticking out at the top here – that’s for pleasure and when you rub it Hira will love it and it will get hard and make her get wet down here. That’s where you’re going to put your penis. Don’t try to put it in until she is wet and then push slowly. It might hurt a little bit at first but just keep pushing until you’re in. Gently and slowly, okay? Make sure you play with her breasts.”

“I think I understand.”

“There is one other point. You can make love to Hira when she is lying on her back or you can make love from behind. You can do whatever you like but I always suggest that with Egyptian girls, who are so ignorant of anything to do with sex, that you do it first time from behind. The main reason is that if she is on her back she can see what you are going to push into her and she gets a little afraid. Sometimes a lot. When you go from behind, she can’t see what’s happening and is probably more relaxed. For most girls it’s a big surprise to see their husband’s penis for the first time. You are used to it. For her it is enormous. I’ll give you an example. I can give you an injection with this little modern needle or I can give you an injection with this old hypodermic syringe. You’re not afraid of the little needle, are you? Now you understand. Good luck. When Hira was here I showed her this vibrator and showed her what to do with it. Take it. Good luck.”

There was a magnificent reception at a large Cairo hotel. All through the meal Hira kept thinking to herself – this is all about me and my pussy. All my life, I never talk about it. All my life, nobody talks about it. And right now, it is the centre of attention – they’re all thinking about it. How can something that is not important one minute be so important the next?

After the reception Hira and Mohammed went to the bridal suite. Hira could hear her mothers and sisters and aunts calling out “good luck” and “congratulations” but she knew that what they were really thinking was, “I hope Mohammad is gentle and doesn’t hurt her too much.” She would never have thought it but most of the men in the room were wishing they could have been standing in Mohammed’s place in pushing their dicks into the beautiful pussy of the beautiful bride.

Hira walked into the bathroom knowing that within minutes she would change from being a girl into a woman. That’s what this whole wedding was about – the sanctifying of Mohammed’s access to her virgin pussy. Before the wedding her mother had helped to buy the wedding gown and the silk nightgown with matching panties. There had been a lot of discussion about the colour and the appearance but she was wondering whether she should be wearing panties or not. They were like a security blanket preventing unwanted fingers from getting close to what had to be protected at all costs but in all her life not one boy had even got close to her and kissed her for that matter. Certainly they would have to come off, but should she be wearing them at all? In the end she decided to wear panties – they would be symbolic that she would not be throwing herself at Mohammed. He would have to take them off.

Hira came out from the bathroom dressed in a beautiful short silk nightgown to be met by Mohammed in a white cotton robe. She drew him to her and kissed him while his hands felt the softness of her breasts through the silk. Hira purred and somehow turned the lights off. Her older sister had told her that having sex from behind was really good and she wanted it too. She was also relieved that she would not have to expose her sex to Mohammed. It was not that she was ashamed but that she just wasn’t used to doing such a thing.

Mohammed lifted her nightgown over her head and twisted her around while playing with both breasts at the same time and tweaked her nipples. He reached for her panties and eased them down. She instinctively placed her hands on the bed to support herself while she could feel Mohammed probing around to find the entrance to her vagina. Hira did not understand much but she knew that it was her duty and destiny to be a wife and mother and that meant offering her vagina to Mohammed for his pleasure.

Hira reached around and opened her lips and guided the tip of his penis Escort Örnekköy to its destination. Mohammed could feel from the heat and the wetness that he was almost there. Hira was glad that Dr Abbas had made her test the opening to her vagina and prove that Mohammed could fit. He pulled her body to him slowly and millimetre by millimetre pushed in until his penis had completely disappeared inside. Instinctively he began to pump in and out slowly until he felt the impending explosion and spurted his semen into her waiting body.

“Was that good? Did you feel any pain?”

“No. You were wonderful. It’s very late. I’m tired. We can sleep and do it again in the morning.”

The soft warmth of the morning sun beamed through the windows and Hira woke to see Mohammed standing next to the bed looking down at her naked body. She beamed to see her beautiful husband and looked for the first time at his stiff penis. The doctor was right. The little pink vibrator he showed her was almost the same size and shape. She rolled over on her back and it was then that Mohammed realised that the little pink model he had seen with the doctor wasn’t a true representation of his wife’s bottom. Hira’s had hair on it and plenty of it.

Mohammed wasn’t displeased with what he saw – he just wasn’t expecting it. In fact it excited him somehow. The smell of sex was heavy in the air even though he didn’t recognise it, but it still excited him.

“You look surprised?”

“Dr. Abbas showed me a silicon model of what your bottom would look like – it was all pink and didn’t have hair on it like yours.”

“Don’t you like it? All women look like this.”

“It’s much more exciting and mysterious when it has hair. Your hair is beautiful flowing down your back and these small, curly hairs are just as beautiful. They are telling me that in the middle of this forest I shall find Paradise. I found it last night and it’s still there, waiting for me.”

His erection was beginning to grow impatient and he was somehow propelled along the path to inserting it once again. Hira lay on her back and opened her legs and separated her lips so that he could now see what the doctor had shown him. Hira was dark and hairy on the outside and pink on the inside. He remembered to rub that little pleasure spot at the top and Hira responded to his every move with little facial gestures that signified that she was enjoying what he was doing. She was watching all the time as his erect penis was getting closer and closer to entering. She knew now that it could easily fit and how enjoyable it was and she wanted it in right now. Her arms reached up and pulled Mohammed’s body to hers.

All the preparations that had been going on with high-intensity for the past few weeks culminating in the wedding, and now with the whole point of everything, was being enacted right now, at this very moment, when Mohammed’s penis was in Hira’s vagina. The sheer wonder of it all had not completely gone, and in those few seconds while it slipped in and then the feeling of movement gave her time to reflect on the fact that this was her destiny, her role in the continuation of life itself. The movement in and out was not all that amazing but the general feeling of bliss had taken over her body. Mohammed did not last long and she felt the twitches from his penis inside her vagina as he released his semen into her. She could feel him getting soft and could feel that he was involuntarily trying to exit but she kept him there so that she could enjoy the feeling.

“Dr Abbas said he was going to give you something for me. Did he remember?”

“Yes he gave it to me. I put it under the pillow. Here it is. Do you know what to do with it?”

“Yes. I’m feeling a little uncomfortable. I’d like to sit up.”

Somehow they manoeuvred that she was sitting in his lap resting on his thighs while his now fully erect penis was still inside her. Hira kept kissing him while his hands massaged her breasts.

“You turn it on like this and then you touch the little button down here and it feels so good. You take it and do it. Oh wow. Can you feel the vibrations too? It feels so good. I can feel you getting stiff too. Just move it a little up and down. Just a little more. I’m nearly there. How does that feel? Aaaargh!”

Her body shook and at the same moment Mohammed came again. They looked into each other’s eyes in amazement and wrapped their arms around each other. Who knows how long they stayed in that position before Hira said, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”

She extracted herself and covered her bottom with her hand as she ran into the bathroom. You didn’t want to leave any evidence to the cleaning staff that you had been having sex. This was after all the bridal suite.

“You can come in too. I want to wash you.”

Mohammed came into the bathroom. He was not religious but one thing he had been told was that in Islam it was obligatory to wash yourself after sex. Hira knew it too. She also knew that men preferred to squat Örnekköy Escort Bayan when they peed because they didn’t want to touch their penis.

“I know you don’t like to touch yourself but I like to touch your penis. I like it very much. I’m going to wash it now. My mother took me to a perfume shop and the man made up a special perfume for me and one for you. I hope you like it.”

Hira took his penis in her hand and washed it with a warm washer and then she washed herself and sprayed them both with perfume.

“Dr Abbas gave me a little booklet and I read it and one of the things I’ve been dying to do is what he calls 69. Now that we’re both clean we can do it and I can have a good look at your penis. Let’s go back to the bed. Ring the Front desk and tell them we want to stay until tomorrow. Now we’ve got all day and we can take it slowly.”

The interests of lust having been temporally satisfied, it was time for curiosity to take over.

“Lie down on the bed and relax.”

Hira might have thought that she could take command but Mohammed had other ideas and without words had her lying on her back with her legs apart and his face in close proximity to her pussy. He needed to understand better what this mysterious part of her body looked like and how it functioned.

Hira was a little reluctant to be examined like this but her reluctance was overcome by the fact that in the short space of just a few days, she had changed from being an 18-year-old nobody, who nobody listened to or took any notice of, to someone who was now a Princess in the eyes of her husband and now the sole object of his attention. Her status in life had changed for the better and if Mohammed wanted to examine her, that was his privilege. She would soon examine him.

Her eyes focused on the ceiling as Mohammed riffled through her curly hairs and his finger turned its attention to her clitoris. He poked here and he poked there and his finger descended down to her vagina and gently pushed in.

“Did you forget that thing that the doctor gave you?”

“Yes. Stupid me. Now would be a good time to use it, wouldn’t it?”

Hira waited expectantly for the magic machine and for the pleasure that was going to descend very soon onto her little button. She recalled with pleasure, in just those few seconds, when the doctor did it, how enjoyable it was. She heard the buzzing and a few seconds later the most delicious sensations were coursing through her body. They were much greater intensity than anything she had been able to do with own finger and within a short time her hips and lower body seemed as if they were in the grip of the devil. Hira instinctively grabbed for it and pushed it into her vagina until the last spasm had gone. She looked exhausted but wasn’t. She pulled Mohammed down and kissed him.

“It’s my turn.”

She turned the tables on Mohammed in a flash and he was on his back with his erect penis pointing to the ceiling. Hira was not quite sure how to approach this really interesting object in front of her. It seemed obvious that the best way to start was to hold and that way she could feel just how hard it was and get an understanding of what it was. She was surprised at just how hard it was and how unbending. When it was erect like this it only had one function and that was to be able to push right inside her body and make her pregnant.

“Can you can pee when you are hard like this?”

“No. Only when it’s soft.”

The examination continued and finally she did what Mohammed was hoping she would do, she gently lowered her lips around it and began to suck. It was on the document that the doctor had given her and it seemed so natural to do and best of all it was giving Mohammed pleasure and her pleasure at the same time. She manoeuvred her bottom around so that it was on top of Mohammed’s face. Hira put her mouth over his penis and gently turned her bottom so that it was positioned right over his mouth.

“Lick me on that little button while I suck you.”

Delicious sensations were coming from everywhere. A sixth sense warned her that he was about to come. She could feel the stiffening in his penis and the penny dropped. He would come in her mouth. Oh no!! In an extraordinary feat of gymnastics Hira leapt up, turned 180 degrees and lowered her vagina on his penis which exploded on contact. She bobbed up and down until the last spasm, until the last drop had been pumped into her. It felt good. Very good. Her vagina had no time to ready itself for the sudden penetration and even though she was very wet, it felt very different. Mohammad lay there with a smile on his face, like the cat that has just swallowed a canary.

It was time to eat. Hira cleaned up and got dressed. Mohammad watched her every move. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman get dressed and he watched her every move as she poured her breasts into her bra and then pulled her panties up. He then got dressed and it was Hira’s turn to watch as his limp long penis was tucked into his underpants. Her mind kept bringing up images of little boys that she had seen years ago. They had skin covering their dicks. Not like Mohammad. His was now long and brown with a nice shiny pink tip designed to open her up and penetrate her inner heaven. Much more beautiful and even more beautiful when it was long and hard.

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This story could be called a prologue to the wacky adventures of Alexis, my skinny adventuress portrayed in the “Texas Hold ’em” stories. Or it could be an epilogue to the untold stories of Alexis’ childhood. My choice is “sexilogue”, a new word I just invented.

This reminds me of the fun word games that make new words out of old ones such as:

Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Foreploy (v): Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

Glibido (v): All talk and no action.

And my personal fav:

Ignoranus (n): A person who’s both stupid and an asshole. (You know who you are!)

Now that I think about it here is a new word to help set up this story:

Gilfgin (n): A girl who loses her virginity on a golf course.

And here’s how it happened…

As everyone in my story posse knows I’m a bit on the thin side. My kind and lovely Mother insisted on “willowy” even as she handed me a padded bra when we shopped for my first pretty under things. I suspect my Daddy didn’t mind that I was a twig because he was a jock and probably figured breasts got in the way of swinging a baseball bat or golf club.

My three older brothers (yes, I’m the spoiled baby of the fam) were also hard core athletes so I got swept up in the jet stream of their various athletic activities. Which I didn’t mind as I found being a tomboy had its advantages; boys actually picked me to play on their teams while the brazen, cloying girls my age were sitting on the sidelines comparing notes about menstrual periods.

Thus, my athletic career began early and because of the excellent tutoring of my dad and brothers I developed into a very good all round jock. However, no matter how much I wanted it my body would not cooperate by getting taller, wider or muscular. My 13 year old stick-like physique would be my fate for the rest of my life. I was predestined to be the point guard in basketball, the shortstop in softball and the setter in volleyball.

My best sport was golf. My family lived on a golf course in Florida so it was natural that my brothers and I all took up the sport very young. I realized near the beginning that golf had some great equalizers between the sexes and that physical strength didn’t necessarily mean better play. My dad made sure all of us had golf lessons early on so we could play the game correctly.

The payoff for playing so much golf came in high school when I made the varsity team as a freshman. I know the older girls were pissed about this skinny little runt who was barely bigger than her golf bag making the team but like I said earlier, golf has some great equalizers such as SCORE DON’T LIE. None of the bitchy upperclassmen or whiny parents could argue with the fact that I earned my spot through my play, not seniority.

Now, you horny dogs, you might be wondering what this shameless self-promotion of my golf prowess has to do with first time sex of yours truly. The answer is nothing; I just wanted to tell you I am a good golfer. Ha ha. Just kidding…it has everything to do with golf!

By the time I was a high school senior I was being recruited by all the best university golf teams in the Southeast. Here I was, eighteen years old, coasting in my final semester of high school and I was getting full ride offers to play college golf! Gawd, it was lucky golf hats had adjustability since my head was swelling from all the attention.

Ok, remember the recruiting scenes in the movie “Blindside”? (Btw, I adore Sandra almost as much as Jennifer-why do all my fav celeb ladies get shit on by their men? Hmm). Anyway, the coaches show up and sit in the living room and make nice with the parents? Coaches for women’s golf aren’t necessarily all women but most are. And, can I be so crass to say that many of the female coaches tend to be, ah, rather masculine? Not that there’s anything wrong with that (quoting Seinfeld here).

The funniest part of these visits was the double-take the coaches did when they first saw me in the flesh. Since their offers were based on my scoring in golf I had met very few of them. So, mom and dad would get them all comfy in the living room and then I would make my grand entrance, like some silly diva on the red carpet at the Oscars. You could tell they thought this 95 pound wimp was a little sister snooping around.

Augusta State University is located in Augusta, Georgia. Augusta, Georgia is home to Augusta National Golf Club. Augusta National Golf Club is home to the Masters Tournament. Now, even if you live in Antarctica and moved there because you hate golf so much it seemed the least likely place to see golf on TV, you still know about the Masters.

I’m just saying Augusta is Mecca to golf nuts like me. Thus, when the coach for ASU showed up in my living room I was more interested than normal. I made my typical grand entrance into the room and instead of seeing the stereotypical lady golf coach I expected, there sat this really Ostim Escort cute guy who didn’t look a day older than me. Well, ok, I look 13 but I’m saying he looked 18. You know what I mean.

When I say cute, I mean ‘friggin’ adorable’ with longish black hair curling around his ears; brown eyes framed with eyelashes that women would rip off him to use for themselves if they could; perfectly white, straight teeth that could be used in a Crest commercial; a long, lean body that probably had 0.0002 body fat; and finally, long, slender but strong hands that wrapped around my skinny little paws like how King Kong held Fay Wray while climbing up the Empire State Building.

“Alexis, how nice to meet you finally. I’m Anthony Butler, coach of the Lady Jags,” I heard this gorgeous hunk say to me as if I were under water and the sound was distorted. I was staring down at our hands, still clasped together in the welcoming handshake.

“Alexis, dear, it would be polite for you to return his greeting now,” prompted my mother after too long of a pause from me.

“Oh, yes, um, I’m Alex, so nice to touch you, I mean meet you,” I croaked out like one of the bullfrogs in our backyard pond. My fair complexion burned as hot as the surface of the sun with solar flares. I finally raised my gaze up to his face and saw an amused glint in his eyes.

Anthony gently extracted his hand from my death grip and suggested we sit down next to my parents and chat. I stumbled over the coffee table and made the china rattle like a 6.0 earthquake was striking Florida, for God’s sake. I knew I was blowing this potential offer up in smoke but I couldn’t get my wits about me because of the primal attraction I was feeling toward this man.

You know I’m a virgin at this point of my life, right? It’s a ‘first time’ story ya know. I had been groped and tongued wrestled on a few dates with a small number of guys but it never got out of hand. If the boy got to first base with me they probably didn’t even know it due to my lack of soft, curvy parts.

“Alexis, I know you are being recruited by some much bigger schools, but I want to tell you that ASU has some assets that you might not be aware of that I believe will appeal to you,” Anthony told me with his large hands spread on each thigh. I was still staring at his beautiful hands, which were in line with his crotch, which was open to me because he was sitting like a lot of guys do, which gave me full, eyeball access to his, um, bulge that pressed against his khaki pants. Lord help me, I actually checked for a wedding ring on his left hand. I hate girls who do that! Hate them! Why did I just do it? I hate me!

Anthony continued on by saying, “I would like you to visit ASU the first weekend of April. I have tickets to the Masters tournament that I use for recruits who may have never seen professionals play.”

The magic word “Masters” finally convinced my eyes to leave his fascinating lumpy pants and meet his eyes. I looked for a sign that he was playing with my mind. People, do you know how difficult it is to get into the Masters? Tickets got scalped for $25,000 I’d heard! After that offer Coach Butler could have told me to strip naked and blow him in front of my parents and I would have been reaching for his belt without hesitation.

The Masters! God, I was getting damp between my legs just thinking about it. My mother gave me a little jab in the ribs with her sharp elbow.

“Don’t you think it would be appropriate to respond to Coach Butler, Alexis?” she asked with a glare.

“Yes, that sounds great, Coach. I want to come for sure,” I told him as my cheeks burned even hotter as I felt the word “come” might be mis-interpreted. Could I sound or act any more idiotic?

I almost never wear a bra since I don’t have much to support anyway but at this moment I wished I had because my nipples popped out like the eyes of the hilarious actor Marty Feldman in the movie “Young Frankenstein”. I thought I saw Coach Butler glance at my chest. Luckily my parents were both looking at our guest so they didn’t witness their wanton whore of a daughter give the Coach an eyeful of hardened nubbies. My nipples felt radioactive as I casually brushed some imaginary lint from the front of my polo shirt. I know my fantasies were in overdrive but I swear I saw a twitch under his pants. He nonchalantly crossed his legs away from my mother so my suspicions may have been true.

“Alexis, it’s a deal. You will be staying with one of the women on the team while you visit which will give you a chance to experience campus life too. I will send more particulars for your travel as soon as I get back to Augusta. I’m looking forward to learning more about you,” he said with his stunning smile that I of course interpreted as an invitation to throw me on the ground and ravish my innocent bod.

My mom and dad escorted Coach Butler out of the house after we all shook hands again. I swear I felt extra meaning in his grip Escort Ostim during the ritual goodbye. As soon as they left the room my hands involuntarily flew to my stiff nipples and I tweaked and pulled them with careless abandon. What was wrong with me? I’m a tomboy not a silly sex addict like some of my whorish classmates.

I rushed up to my room, yelling to my parents that I had to make some calls. I locked my door and unzipped my shorts with fumbling fingers. With my shorts and silky underwear tangled around my ankles I stood in front of my mirrored closet doors and slipped my fingers between my legs. When I’m sexually excited my honey bud expands so much that it peeks its cute little head out between my pussy lips. Not that I had much trouble finding it anyway. It was already slippery from my fantasies during the interview so my kneading and pulling soon had my fingers soaked with my girl juices. My legs got so wobbly I was forced to sit down on my floor. I looked in the mirror at the vision of me fingering herself like a monkey in heat. I didn’t care because my fingers were Coach Butler’s in my current fantasy state. I flopped back on my soft carpet and finished what I started. Hoo boy, it was the best orgasm I’d ever self inflicted!

Afterward, I was panting and sweating on my floor looking at my golf trophies on my shelves. My clit was still throbbing as I pressed my legs together to put gentle pressure on my poor abused love button. My mind drifted to my invitation to the Masters and better yet, a chance to be alone with Coach Anthony Butler and what could happen if the sun, moon and stars aligned properly for Alexis Noel. A girl can dream can’t she?

Days until the Masters crawled by as slowly as the minute hand during last period in high school on a Friday. I had plenty to do getting myself ready for the trip. I knew my mother was dumbfounded by my sudden attention to hair, nails and wardrobe. Never before had she seen me care about all that. That being said, she rejoiced in my new mission to become the daughter that any self-respecting Southern Belle wanted. We went from store to store shopping for stylish clothes; from Korean manicurists to the gayest hair dressers in Southern Florida. I made a huge decision to cut my hair short after so many years of wearing a pony tail. Not that I told Mommy this but I wanted a more “mature” look to impress Coach. My gay hair guy cut and highlighted my blond hair so I looked like Meg Ryan in “You’ve Got Mail” (I wish!).

Finally, the big day came. I examined myself in the closet mirror; I was wearing my traveling clothes which were a blue tailored jacket over a starched white shirt tucked into a grey, pleated skirt that was prettttty short (a source of conflict with Mommy dearest). My womanly assets generally started below my belt so I was going to feature my shapely legs and butt as much as possible. I thought I looked at least 20 or so (grins at her readers)!

As the airplane taxied to the terminal I noticed a lot of very expensive, private jets off in the distance. Ah yes, the Masters is like the flame to the moth for rich folks. I exited the security area, got my bags and looked around for Coach Butler. I pictured him rushing up, crushing me with an embrace, smothering me with kisses and whisking me off to his home where I would be his love slave for 4 days. You know I have an active imagination by now, right?

As the crowd thinned I noticed a very large and solid looking woman holding up a sign. The sign said “Alexis Noel”. That’s me, dear readers. And this was definitely not Coach Butler ready to ravish me. I approached the buxom woman (who could have been a Nazi concentration camp guard in another life) and told her I was Alexis in a very timid voice.

If looks could kill from Frau Hilda, I would be writhing on the hard airport floor gasping my last breathes on Earth. She merely grunted, turned on her heel and told me to follow her. I knew that I brought too much shit but I also kinda expected some help with my luggage upon arrival. So here’s this blond water buffalo who could carry all my bags under her arms and still bench press 300 pounds, not even looking around to see if I was keeping up. I was muttering some pretty nasty things about Augusta Friggin’ U while I struggled along in the wake of the tramp steamer I was following.

After a silent ride to the campus, Miss Congeniality stopped in front of a dorm and told me to get out and go to room 1008. I pulled my bags out of the trunk and slammed the lid (maybe a littttle harder than necessary). As soon as the trunk closed, the cow masquerading as a human took off without a backward glance. Wow, what a great first impression. Let’s see, who else offered me scholarships?

Room 1008 was part of an English maze designed to confound advanced geometry majors. I was sweating like a stevedore and cursing like merchant marine by the time I finally found the room. I knocked politely on the door and waited patiently. Ostim Escort Bayan No one answered the knock. I knocked a little louder this time. No answer. I noticed a piece of paper on the floor so I picked it up and opened the note. It said, “Hey Alexis, change of plans. I was supposed to host you this week but my boyfriend offered to take me to the coast this morning. Call Coach Butler to see what he wants you to do. Enjoy your stay!”

To say that I was burning in anger would be like saying that Mount St. Helen’s was just blowing off a little steam. If Mike Tyson was coming at me in that dorm hallway with malice in his piggy eyes I would have bitten off his ear. I sat down on one of my bags and thought through my options. I could get back on the next plane and leave. However, my Daddy didn’t raise a quitter so going back was not an option. Plus I wanted the opportunity to give a piece of advice to Coach Butler in person. That delicate piece of advice was going to be “GO FUCK YOURSELF”!

I didn’t trust myself to speak at the moment so I texted a message to the number Anthony Dickhead Butler gave me in the packet of school information. My fingers flew over the keys with the following sarcastic message, “My hostess is gone for the week. She left me a really sweet note though. I can’t wait to meet the rest of the team. Alexis.”

I sat there in the dingy hallway plotting diabolical revenge on these clowns from ASU. Pain wasn’t enough. It had to be really, really nasty. I thought about Frau Hilda tied up on a red ant hill with her pasty white thighs opened to all the biting little devils. Hold on; add the bitch in room 1008 to the image. Hilda would be wearing a strap-on dildo that could make a rhino happy except bitch 1008 would be impaled on it. The whipped cream on my revenge sundae would be Coach Butler strung up in a harness with his dick and balls dangling in front of Hilda’s snarling choppers. Sweeeeet.

My phone chirped indicating a text message. It said, “I’m coming”. Since I didn’t leave crumbs to find my way back to the front door, I stumbled and fumbled my way to the entrance with all my bags. I just got outside to the sidewalk when a pitch black Lexus SUV screeched to a halt in front of me. Prince Fucking Charming Butler hopped out the luxury vehicle and looked at me with surprise. I was a mess. My starched white shirt was limp and a shirt tail was hanging out of my skirt. There was sweat on my forehead and my makeup was smudged from rubbing my eyes with my sleeve (no, I was NOT crying). In short, I looked like a 13 year old kid who just got beat up in the schoolyard. Not exactly like perky little Meg Ryan tapping out emails to Tom Hanks.

Coach Butler must have known that I was steamed because rather give me a bunch of lame excuses that would have pissed me off more, without a word he opened his hatchback and tossed in my bags. He opened the passenger door and said “Let’s go”. That’s it; just “Let’s go”. Okaaaay, let’s go dude.

I can handle silence. I’m the Dali Lama of the silent treatment. No one tops me in seething, fuming silence. I’ve been known to strip wallpaper with my withering, silent looks. I stared out the passenger window not really seeing anything but mentally rehearsing my invective when I was ready to deliver it to the Coach. He would regret ever making me masturbate about him after his recruitment trip. Gawd, what was I thinking?

The car turned on to a street which had a canopy of trees sheltering it. I was still smoldering so I kept my eyes down so as to not show any interest in my surroundings. I glanced up when the car pulled up in front of a cute little white bungalow with green trim. In spite of myself I realized I was on the hallowed grounds of Augusta National Golf Course. I looked over in surprise at Coach Butler.

“Welcome to Augusta National, Alexis,” he said with that damned brilliant smile.

He continued, “What I’m going to do could get me into a lot of trouble, but I think I owe you a big one. You are going to stay in this cabin with me, in a separate bedroom of course. I have the use of the cabin for the week so I’m letting you stay where very, very few people have been. This is only one of ten cabins on the grounds.”

Luckily my jaw was connected to the rest of my face or else it would have been rolling around the floor of the Lexus. I gaped at him like he had just stepped off the spaceship in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”.

“Listen, I’ve had a pretty bad day so far so quit screwing with my head. The only people who stay here are the most exclusive members of Augusta. You coach a girl’s golf team. I don’t appreciate getting jerked around like this,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Ok, Alexis, here’s a little more biography about me. Butler is my last name. Butler is the name of the cabin where the green jacket is presented and where the amateur players stay for the week. Are you getting the picture?”

“Wait a minute, are you telling me you are related to THAT Butler? I wondered how you were able to get tickets to the Masters.”

I then challenged him with the question, “Are you really rich or something?”

Coach Butler favored me with his megawatt smile and said nothing. He simply asked, “Are you in or out staying here?”

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this one’s more descriptive, but with some nice sex in it (well that’s my view – comment if you like). Thanks for read up to this far. You’re welcome to start at no.1, or go from here.

The houses had their backs to us as they whisked past. Walls covered in bright, garish, illegible lettering went past in a blur; growing, towering above us, receding, gone. Steel posts whipped past in a hypnotic rhythm. The lack of vegetation made the whole view bleak.

As the train slowed and eased into the station, Thien scowled at me. Again.

“Ads on trains, they’re so bad, why would you ever buy their stuff?” She had a point. “I’m bored now. I was excited but now it’s boring. Remind me why we’re doing this?”

“We’ll, two reasons mainly. You love the outdoors, but you’ve never really been there, you’ve only done day trips. This is the real deal. No rooms, no car even. We catch the train, then a bus, then we hike. Two nights in a tent, then we walk out again. Bus, train, home. Victorious. THIS is the outdoors, just Nature and you.”

“This, is a dirty train. And we’re on it for two hours.”

“There’s one other thing. You’ve led me to all kinds of crazy, wonderful things, but there’s one wonderful thing I can show you. Swimming…”

“Swimming? But I didn’t pack swim things.” She shot a worried glance at our rucksacks, hers a new, modest-size one, mine the giant old Irish-made Lowe I had carried on dozens of hikes.

“This, my Angel, is Wild Swimming. Naked swimming.”

Thien smiled at last. My Thien, if it’s a bit naughty, I can rely on you.

The train was a huge commuter carrier, now empty as we raced out of the city early on this Friday morning. At the central station our packs and hiking clothes marked us out as not going to the office for the day, or drifting around the tourist sights. We were adventurers. I always loved the feel of my good walking boots, the weight of the pack on my hips (where a proper pack sits), my old sturdy camping clothes. Striding through the station was an extra joy as the commuters scurried past, knowing I had set my course and it was their job to steer around me.

The carriage itself had doors at each end that opened to a platform-level floor, but the main body was a double-decker. We sat alone on the upper deck, just us with our packs and rows of empty seats up and down the carriage. There was a newspaper folded on the seat, a courtesy from some inbound office-worker.

Thien had livened up again. Earlier, we had started well, peering down on the travellers on the platforms, inventing stories about them. I sang Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘America’ to her:

Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together, and later, Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces; She said the man in the gabardine coat was a spy.

We spotted a few millionaire hobos, an axe murderer, six people having affairs and Bill Gates’s love child.

Then boredom had set in. We hadn’t brought books (we’ll just talk to each other, darling!) and we didn’t feel like talking. The bleak view out the window made it worse.

Now feeling lively, Thien moved and sat in another seat ahead of me. She looked seductively over her shoulder at me, like a Shanghai gangster’s dame. She slipped down, I heard a shuffle across the aisle and she reappeared in a different seat as a wide-eyed innocent schoolgirl, even sucking her thumb. Down she went again, shuffle shuffle, and she came up as a raving bag lady, hair a fright, mumbling to herself and arguing with the posters on the wall. Down again, shuffle shuffle, up again, this time completely normal, except she’d undone her blouse and one pert breast was showing. I laughed ’till my eyes watered.

“Ah Thien, you make a bad day good, and a good day better. Please stop, my sides hurt.”

“I have another idea.” She came back to our seat with a dangerously naughty look on her face. “There’s no one else in this carriage; just you and me. You know what that means…” Her chest was rising and falling with her arousal.

“Thien! We can’t in a train! What if someone gets on?”

“I looked at the map. The stations are further apart now. After the next stop we’ve got the place to ourselves.”

I was starting to feel cornered. “But, but what about the security cameras?”

“Might brighten their day! No, it’s all right, we’re in the middle, so we’re as far from them as we can be. If we keep lower than the backs of the seats, we’ll be shielded.”

“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Of course not! It’s crazy, that’s why I want to do it. Now, fuck me here or not this weekend!”

I should have seen that coming. I was cornered now. I hadn’t mentioned a third reason for the trip was to fuck ourselves senseless, but we both knew that was a given. The train’s siren jeered at me as we slowed for the next station. Thien was already lying on the bench seat.

As we started rolling again, she gave me another naughty smile and began wriggling her shorts down over her slim hips. Şentepe Escort As her bush came into view I got the faintest scent of Aroused Thien. This woman! I love her so much, and she is such a turn-on for me – which is just as well, or my performance in places like train carriages would be pretty poor.

The naughty girl had thought it all through. Half out of the shorts, she put one leg on the seat, one on the floor. Swinging her leg wide exposed her pussy to my eyes and hands. Her scent was stronger. Her eyes flashed.

“Inside me! Now! And stay low!”

I couldn’t help thinking about the security camera. I made a show of looking around as if I’d dropped something, then bent down to get it. Thien grabbed my head and kissed me.

“Fuck me or I’ll bite your big Anglo nose off!” She might just have been serious.

Held down by Thien, I managed to get my cock out of my shorts, but it just wasn’t going to work that way. I had to undo my pants and wriggle out of them. “Hurry!” Was Thien’s unhelpful comment.

She put a bit of her spit on her fingertips and opened her furry pussy for me. Sliding into her warm wet hole was always a good feeling, mixed this time with terror at being caught.

“Ah! That’s good! Come quickly, big boy. Uh, uh, uh, uh…” It was almost a grunt that came out of her with each thrust.

I pushed into her channel fast and hard. Her hands on my buttocks pressed me into her and out of camera sight. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the whole mad experience. I could feel a tingling in my balls.

“Here I come, lover.”

“Come! Inside me Nick, beautiful boy!”

I love it when she says my name. A surge and my come launched out into her vagina. I paused and lay most of my weight on her. “Oh god, Thien, that feels good. Coming in you… it’s wonderful.”

The train was slowing down.

We froze. Thien stared at me. I had the best view out the windows, so I watched for passengers and prayed. There were some close by, but thankfully they chose the next carriage.

I gulped. “I think we got away with it.” I sat up, just as if I’d found my pen at last and now I was going to finish the crossword. Naughty Thien just lay there, thighs spread, smiling at me and biting her lower lip. I gazed fondly at my crazy lover. A white streak of fluid was appearing between her pussy lips, starting to trickle down her buttocks.

“You’re going to leak now, aren’t you. Will that be uncomfortable?”

“Not much. Nice to be reminded of you. Or maybe we should have used a condom.”

“We’ve never used a condom. We were both virgins, remember!” Thien smiled mysteriously. That girl, I don’t know-

A crash of the door. Someone had entered from the other carriage while we were in motion. They stomped over to the short stairway and started to climb to our deck.

Thien squeaked. Quick as lightning she sat up, but her shorts were round her ankle. The stranger had reached the deck and was walking slowly up behind us. The newspaper. I pointed to it and Thien grabbed it and opened it wide across her lap. Quick thinking by the two of us.

The stranger walked morosely down the carriage, pausing at each empty seat. He would look blankly then move on. When he reached ours he stared at us. We looked up at him. There was no reaction. He walked on. A few rows on, he stopped and sat down. He’d found a paper at last, so with a grunt of satisfaction he opened it out and began reading.

Thien dressed in complete silence. When she leant forward to get her shorts, I noticed a tiny wet patch on the seat. I silently pointed this out, as well as poking her and silently laughing at her. She glared at me and stuck out her tongue. Then we sat with my arm round her.

The train line follows the ridge of the mountains. It climbs and loops on itself as it leaves the river plain, then keeps its height until it has crossed the main range. Towns have sprung up around the stations. At our stop, I found our bus and caught it to the edge of the escarpment. I explained the system to Thien.

“Most mountains, you go up to them, you climb up, you go down, then you go home. We like to do it differently here. You start at the top, you go down for a while, then you go up, then you go home. You’ll get used to it.” Thien looked dubious.

The start of the walk is at a huge tourist development. The view from the top of the sheer cliffs was truly stunning, but the tourist shops, tacky gifts, bad food and bored teenagers made me desperate to get away. I found the familiar sign tucked almost out of sight to one side.

It startled me again, it always does. A hundred steps down the cliff walk, away from the tourist trap and you’re free. The giant trees tower over you protectively. The damp, rich smell of living forest clears your head. You can almost see the toxins leave you with each lungful of good air. You learn to trust your feet as they take you down the irregular track – even with a full pack’s extra weight.

What was Şentepe Escort Bayan new was to have my Angel with me. This added a shiver of excitement to my pleasure at being back on the track. I could hear her behind me, delighted but awe-struck by the silent ancient majesty of the bushland.

The campsite was a rare patch of level ground at the bottom of the valley. As I expected, no one was there, but I chose a quiet, secluded corner anyway. Thien flopped down, using my pack as a back rest.

“I’ll set up the tent; I’ll show you where the water is, and how to find wood that won’t disturb the animals.”

Near our site, a small stream joined the larger flow that went down one side of the camping area. I gave Thien the pot to fill. “Choose flowing water if you can; pick the smaller stream if you’ve got a choice, like here. If you can find a cascade,” the water ran off a mossy ledge and fell ten centimetres or so, “you get fewer floaty bits. See you back at camp.”

I saw her back at camp. She walked through the dappled light and up to me, naked, except for her boots. Her long black hair caught the light as it swished around her. her bare skin rippled light then dark as she approached. It was a vision from heaven.

“Thien. My Thien, so beautiful…” was all I could manage.

“Silly boy, what’s come over you?” She knew very well. “My pussy needed a wash. Wow, it’s cold! Tingling cold but, I dunno, so free. So natural. My pussy’s still tingling. Makes my whole body tingle.”

“Thien, make love to me. Make love to me here.”

She walked up to where I had slumped to earth. I knelt up and put my hands out to receive her. I buried my face in her bush as I stroked my hands up her calves, her thighs, her slim, curved buttocks, the small of her back. She stood and ruffled my hair as I breathed her delicious scent. I put both hands around her thighs and felt the warmth of her cleft. She opened her legs to let me play with her pussy lips. To my surprise I could actually ease a finger up into her vagina, as well as caressing back up her crack.

She was pressing on my shoulders as her desire rose, lightly scratching my neck and collarbone and making sexy, contented noises. She paused, held my chin up and whispered, “Something to lie on, and take some clothes off.”

I was next to the tent, so I reached over and hauled out a mattress. She lay back on it and opened her legs impossibly wide, parting her pussy lips. I glimpsed the pink skin inside the darker furry lips. I stripped faster than I thought I could.

“Come inside me, lover.”

My cock was hard and ready. I lay over her, brushing my chest hair against her nipples, making her giggle. She put some spit on her hand then reached down to guide me in.

My cock first entering Thien’s warm wet cunt is a sensation I will never tire of. The sliding home, the fitting together, the surge of pleasure, Thien’s long blink as she accommodates my shaft in her special place… I didn’t realise such delight existed before meeting Thien. I thrust into her with long strokes, gently rocking her as I buried my cock inside her. Thien stroked my head and looked up.

“Mmm, the trees are watching us fucking. They like to see us making love. This is right, this is good. Fuck me deeply, Nick.”

I fucked her deeply, lovingly. Glancing down to see my shaft extending out of her hairy mound, I noticed she still had her boots on. The mix of sturdy utility and soft honey-coloured skin sent a surge of pleasure through me.

We weren’t long. We didn’t need to be. I moved gradually faster. She ran her nails over my buttocks and on up to my neck, sending tingles all over my body. As her hands came up over my head she clasped me and kissed me. Her tongue sent more tingles down my front and into my cock. My cock strained. The scent of her skin and the woodland combined. I gasped as my come spurted deep into her, one long stream.

“Aaaaahhhh, Thien! Thien! My angel, forest goddess. Soooo good.”

She simply smiled up at me and whispered, “Nick.”

That night, snug in our tent, with the taste of hot chocolate still in our mouths, we did a slightly surprising thing. We cuddled. We rubbed each other’s backs. We kissed noses. We nuzzled ears. Each of us ran their eyes over every detail of their lover’s face. We weren’t aroused or demanding, we didn’t ask for or give sex, we just lay together, skin to skin, absolutely content. We both knew, this day could not be improved, the only thing left to do is marvel at how good life can be.

The next day saw us off for a swim.

“Osmodeus’ Bath? What kind of a name is that?” Thien grumbled.

“No idea. That’s its name on the old maps. It doesn’t even show up on the new ones. Just an unnamed pool now, or completely left off some maps.”

“How mysterious! Maybe Osmodeus was an alien who needed to stop and have a wash.”

“Maybe…”

At the track junction the park rangers had put a sign across the turn-off, actively discouraging Escort Şentepe walkers to go on up. I stepped over the sign and started up the path, pushing through the overgrown bushes. Thien was doubtful.

“Is this the way? And are we even allowed up here?”

“Huh. I’ve been walking past ‘Keep Out’ signs all my life. A bad habit my father taught me. As long as you’re careful and respectful, you’ll usually be rewarded. And hang on, aren’t you the one who goes in for the crazy not-quite-legal stuff?” My Thien, clearly out of her comfort zone! Which means I need to make extra sure it’s all worth it.

I don’t know why I worried. It was the little paradise I remembered.

Osmodeus Bath is a natural pool, cut by a waterfall over millions of years. The stream had made a curved cliff face around itself, with great boulders at the base that had had their corners rounded over time. Every rock and stone was rounded smooth. Tall ferns stood on the shady side, while small trees growing in the sun made good towel rails.

The sun had heated the day up already, especially where we were in the bottom of the valley. The cool air of the glade only added to the attraction. I dropped Thien’s pack, got our towels out and put our lunch in the shade. We undressed in silence.

Thien had already treated me to the sight of her glorious naked body in this natural setting, but I still wasn’t ready when she lightly stepped out to the water. Her skin glowed against the dark rock face. Her black hair fell down her back as an echo of the waterfall. She was a forest goddess again, delicately stepping over smooth rocks to the water. I soaked up the sight of her arms outstretched to balance her, her small breasts with their strong nipples, her slim legs – sometimes exposing her dark bush, sometimes coyly hiding it as she stepped.

She paused at the edge, looked to me, then laughed musically.

“Nick! Are you awake or asleep? You silly boy, stop staring at me like that!”

Apparently I was still daydreaming, as the next thing I knew was chilly water spattered across my face. I started, and another spray hit me, making me gasp.

“Gotcha! Ha ha! Betcha can’t catch me!” Thien chanted, splashing me mercilessly.

I leapt into the pool. Thien’s squeals echoed off the cliff walls. She was pretty good at evading me and splashing me at the same time. But I was advancing.

“You’re for it now! You know what happens when I catch you!”

“Promises, promises!”

Her cries of pretend fright rang around the pool, mixing with our splashes and gasps in the fresh water. I found a submerged rock and leapt from the middle of the pond to trap her facing the cliff. She was breathless and panting, her hair was plastered down in crazy patterns across her back. Her eyes sparkled when she looked over her shoulder at me.

“You must take your prize here!” she said, leaning against me and spreading her legs.

My fingers found her pussy, wet but cold on the outside this time. My cock was still very happy to enter her. The angle felt unusual, but exciting. I managed a few thrusts before Thien spoke up.

“Ooh, feels cold!” With that she wriggled out from under me and splashed away with a shriek.

I chased her down again as she tried to hop along the rocks on the bank. I caught her in my arms and held her close. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Take me again!” she laughed.

I wasn’t letting go this time. Holding her thighs I wriggled my hands under her bottom and felt for her pussy lips. She put a hand down between us to help. I lowered her down onto my waiting cock, then somehow we managed some movement to go with it.

Thien was impressed. “Such strong arms! You powerful man!” She caressed my tensed shoulder muscles and ran her hands down my back. It felt wonderful.

But the strain was too much. I was standing in the water and I could feel the rocks moving under my feet. I tried everything to keep my balance, but it was no good. With Thien’s face inches from mine I fell backwards into the water. She squealed with delight as we sank in a tangle of arms and legs.

I came up for air and floated in the water, watching clouds drift above the trees. Only the very tops were moving in the calm air. Peace settled on the waterhole again. Absently I grabbed a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbed it under my arms and across my chest and back. It was an old camper’s washing trick, cheaper and better than soap, as well as kinder to the environment. I looked over towards Thien.

Thien was sitting on the bank in the sun. She had her head tilted back, so my view was of her chin on a pair of shoulders, above two coffee-coloured nipples. Her legs were wide apart, allowing her hand easy access to her clit, which she was rubbing vigorously. Two fingers parted her hairy lips and moved side to side. She looked up.

“Better hurry and catch up with me!” she said lazily.

I swam over and rose up in front of her. Water streamed down over my nipples, chest and legs. I brushed it out of my hair and off my body. “What have you done with my dick?” she cried. Lying in the cold water had taken its toll on my manhood and there was not much to see.

“Bring it here. We’ll try and revive it.” She opened her mouth and stretched her tongue out.

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This is a story I wrote maybe five… six… seven years ago. I put completed stories on here because I know how much I hate reading stories on here that I get emotionally invested in, and the writers never finish the freakin’ story. UGH! Anyways, this is about “Kris” and “Raquel” and the characters are based on a former friend and a musician that she has a massive crush on. They are, of course, well over the age of 18. When she read it before the dissolution of our friendship, she loved it, so I hope that some of you do too.

Gentle Breezes

Rosie

*****

I was driving to the airport as the conversation with my mom and my brother ran through my head. They screamed, they cried, they tried to throw guilt trips at me, but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was almost 33, but I’d never been in a real relationship, and I was a virgin. What kind of life could I make for myself in the cramped confines of a small apartment in Dothan, AL? Answers anybody? Yeah, that’s what I thought, so I packed as they yelled and tried everything to keep me at home.

“What about the cats?” Asked my mother. “They’re gonna miss you!”

“What about the rent and bills?” Screamed my brother, “You know we can’t make it without your help!”

“What about your meds?” From my mom.

“What about your FAMILY?” From my brother.

“You need help! You’re just like your father!” Screamed my mom.

Finally, I’d just had enough and yelled, “YEAH, AND NOW I KNOW WHY HE LEFT!!”

I hate crying. The tears stung my damn eyes, and I couldn’t fucking see. Then it started to rain. Fucking lovely! Thank God I was at the airport. I told them where they’d find their damn car, and I filled it with gas so they could get it home. I made up my mind that was the last obligated responsibility I would take on for them.

They were strong enough to make it on their own, and if they decided to sink instead of swim, it was their own damn fault. I have to go out and find myself. I have to find out who I am and stop living for everybody else. All things to all people? Not any damn more, I’m not. So, it was just me, and my cat, Onyx.

On the plane, I let my mind wonder what life would be like in New Hampshire. My sister, April, said that I was welcome to stay with her, and she’d leave me the key under the mat. Lucky girl, she has a date with the man of her dreams. I joked for her to tell Kris I said hi if she sees him. She told me that she would. Thank God she knew it wasn’t a joke.

The plane had an unexpected layover in Birmingham. They said there were thunderstorms with possible funnel clouds moving in. There was just no way to get above it safely. Damn. Just my luck.

I was sitting in the airport nibbling on some fries with my bags and my cat beside me when I looked up and saw him. He was as big as life and gorgeous as always. Kris Banks walked in, and he was on his phone. Kris was a bass player, producer of music and television commercials, tour manager, and professional pervert … a “provert”, if you will.

He wore a black dress shirt tucked into black pleated slacks, black shiny shoes, and his long blonde hair was in a neat tail down his back. He had on dark glasses, and held a black leather duffel bag. A gold watch and bracelet accented his left wrist along with a couple rings.

I’d met him before, but this was different. We weren’t backstage after a show surrounded by attention-hungry fans. This was in an airport during a layover of God knows how long. He hung up his phone and looked right at me. Our eyes collided, and my heart about stopped. Would he remember me? I watched him as recognition seemed to take over his gaze and he walked over to my table.

“Hey, baby!” He greeted me with a smile. He took my hands and pulled me into a very tight hug. A tight hug that felt wonderful, and seemed to make all my heartache melt away.

“Hi, Kris,” I said as I hugged him back.

He kissed my lips and gestured for me to sit back down as he sat next to me. “What are you doing here?” He asked me.

“I’m here on a layover. I was on my way to New Hampshire, but they say a storm’s moving in, so all flights are canceled.”

“My home turf? Really? You on vacay, or what?” He asked.

“I’m actually making a new home for myself up there. My sister, April, said I could stay with her until I get my own place. I found a job as a paid apprentice at a tattoo shop up there, so my cat and I are heading on out.”

He nodded slowly, thoughtfully, “Well, looks like we’re both stuck out here until the storm passes. I was actually gonna go to a hotel before all the rooms in town are taken. You’re welcome to come with me,” he offered.

I thought I’d politely decline, though my mind screamed at me to shut the hell up. “No, that’s okay,” I said. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, “This airport’s gonna be pretty crowded and uncomfortable after a while. Anybody will tell ya, being around a bunch of pissed off people stuck in an airport isn’t very comforting, Macunköy Escort and your cat’s gonna get pretty antsy in that carrier,” He said, looking down at Onyx, who really was starting to look more than a little agitated.

“Well…” I stalled. I was still kind of apprehensive, but my brain was screaming, ‘GO!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?’

“Offer going once,” Kris playfully said, “Going twice,” he said with a grin.

“Let’s go!” I said jumping up, grabbing the carrier and my bags.

Kris kinda laughed and helped me lug my things to his rented black PT Cruiser.

The rain was harder there than it was in Ft. Lauderdale, where I’m originally from. I was looking out of the window, lost deep in thought as Kris drove us to the hotel. I kinda chided myself for being like this. Here I was in a nice car with the man I love, and I’m almost in tears, thinking about my family and what was said as I was leaving. I guess I was feeling a bit guilty.

I started to feel like I was in the wrong, but April told me quite a few times that making a life for myself is not wrong. That it’s normal to go out and find a life when you’re grown. Hell, my mom did. So, why do I feel like the bad guy? Thankfully, Kris has insight and his voice broke into my thoughts.

“Smile, Sweet Thing. It can’t be that bad, can it?” He said to me as he found a parking spot at The Westin Birmingham which was only a few miles away.

I looked over at him as if for the first time, “What? Oh! I’m sorry, Kris, I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

Kris walked around and opened my door for me, and got out the cat carrier and a couple bags, which I thought was really sweet. I took the rest, and he led me inside. “We’ll talk about it when we get to our room,” he said. “It’s already reserved, so all we have to do is go on up, and the manager will be there with my keycard.”

We walked inside the luxury hotel, and I was struck by just how beautiful it was inside. Everywhere you looked, you could tell that the place was built for the elite who could afford it, and I was anything but! We avoided the overcrowded entrance lobby and went on a private elevator straight to the top floor. True to his word, a manager was there with Kris’ key. He welcomed us to the hotel and said that we should be pretty safe from the storm. He also said that he hoped Kris and his “wife” would have a nice stay. Kris didn’t correct him at all. He just smiled and told him “Thank you.” He must have seen the blush in my cheeks because he laughed a little when he looked at me.

“I didn’t correct him because I thought the sentiment was sweet,” He said, reading the curious look in my eyes. “It obviously means we look good together,” he told me with a wink.

I smiled at that, “Thank you, Kris.” I said, “That’s about the nicest thing I’ve heard all day,” I told him as I let Onyx out of the carrier. Thankfully, there was a small room for pets in the suite with a litter freshener and a little bed for him to sleep in. There was even complimentary cat food! I really couldn’t believe that, but Onnie was happy.

Kris took my hand and led me to the couch. We listened to the wind whipping around outside which caused the rain to beat against the window like wild tribal drums. I briefly thought that Trey and April would like that, and smiled a little to myself.

“So, tell me what was on your mind a little while ago,” Kris said after we listened to the rain and wind for a while.

I sighed and told him the whole story. He held me and wiped my tears when I cried, and was a sweet and gentle shoulder to cry on. I’m not sure how long it took me to get it all out, but he listened patiently and thoughtfully the whole time.

“Well,” he said when I was done, “April’s right. You do have a right to live your life and find yourself. There is nothing wrong with that. You’re not selfish or evil for doing what every other young person on this damn planet does when they grow up. It’s like a rite of passage to move out on your own, find your own life, and make your own way. It’s just life. That’s just the way it is, whether they like it or admit to it or not,” he told me.

“Then, why do I feel like such a bad person? Like I left behind my responsibility when I walked out of that apartment?” I asked him as more tears fell.

Kris wiped my tears again, and cupped my face gently in his soft, warm hands, “Because they tried to drill it into your head that moving away is okay for everybody, except you. You were their bread and butter, and they didn’t want to lose that. When you broke that chain and walked out that door, they felt themselves losing that stranglehold they obviously had on you your whole life. When you left home for a month, they were still able to twist that rope around your neck. They used every ploy they could until it gently pulled you back home. Am I making any sense?” He asked.

I was only able to nod as I thought of the conversations I had with my mom that month I stayed with April.

“Now, Macunköy Escort Bayan I know you said you were kind of afraid of the neighborhood where April lived. It wasn’t the best or safest place on earth, but she made it out of there okay, did she not?”

I nodded again, “I was homesick too, though, Kris. I missed my cats, I missed my mom and brother, and I did get to see you for the first time,” I reasoned.

“All good things, I admit,” he said, “But it also kept you snared into a trap, and you were miserable, sick, and hurt. You became more of a crutch. You had so much on your shoulders, that the only time you really had to yourself was when you got your tattoos. They became your escape and reward. Am I right?” He said staring deep into my eyes.

I felt my heart sink when he mentioned my tattoos, “You hate my tattoos, don’t you? You think I have too many,” I said, almost starting to cry again.

He shook his head, “Slow down, slow down. I didn’t say that, and you’re missing my point. My point is… okay, when I was young and still at home, I escaped with my music. Ever since I first picked up a bass or sat at the soundboards, music became my specialty and my art. If I didn’t play my own, I let someone else lay their art on me. Are you following me so far?” He asked me.

I nodded in understanding, “I escaped with my tattoos. When I wasn’t making my own, I let someone else… I let them lay their art on me,” I said slowly.

Kris nodded, “Exactly! You escaped through your art, and the art of others, because your body and your drawings were all you really had to call your own, yes?”

“Yeah,” I said, “…and with every sting of the needle, I felt a release. A sense of freedom I just couldn’t get at home, at work, or even on the computer with April, no matter how hard I tried,” I told him.

“Now,” Kris said, “you have a chance to share your art, your life, and even your body with somebody else, and you shouldn’t let anybody get in your way. It’s gonna hurt for a while, I won’t lie, it will hurt. But when you find your place in this world, you won’t be able to regret it, and you will see that this was the best thing you ever did… for you.”

“But, will my family ever accept it? Will they ever accept me again?” I asked him, the pain evident in my voice.

“I don’t know, baby. I can’t say if they will or won’t,” he said. “I can say that if they love you, and I mean really, truly, honestly deep down within their hearts and souls love you, they will accept you back into their lives.”

“And if they don’t?” I asked.

He sighed softly and pulled me close, “If they don’t, you’ll have me and April.”

“Really?” I said, “You’ll still be around?”

“I plan on being there for as long as you want me,” he assured me.

Kris held me for quite a long time, and we talked about his life on the road, and what New Hampshire would be like. He called up room service, and we shared a nice dinner. We almost forgot about the storms and possible tornadoes that were raging outside until the power briefly went out. There were generators, but Kris decided to keep everything but the a/c off. It was okay because even Kris said it added a bit of romance to the atmosphere. I let him lead me to the bedroom after we put the dirty dinner dishes out for the staff to pick up. Kris found and lit some candles, and I got a little nervous when I caught a glimpse of the bed in the dim candlelight.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Kris said to me as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Wanna join me?” He asked with a wink.

My jaw dropped slightly, but I pulled myself together. “Uh, no, I’ll just wait,” I said.

“You sure?” He asked a little teasingly, “We’ll conserve water, and we both get hot water by sharing,” he said.

It made sense, but I shook my head again. I cursed my shyness, because I’d have liked nothing more than to share a shower with that man, but something wouldn’t let me.

“I’ll be right out then, baby,” he told me. “I’ll leave you some hot water.” Then he took off his shirt and disappeared into the bathroom with one of the candles.

I sat on the bed looking out of the patio doors at the trees blow wildly in the almost hurricane force winds. The rain came down almost like a waterfall falling from the sky. I loved weather like this, but all I could really think about was Kris’s naked body in that warm shower. Then I heard him. Was he? Ohmigod, he moaned! That was not a moan of relief, that moan was sexual! My eyes instantly rolled at the sound and I bit my bottom lip.

My breathing quickened, and I licked my lips. I stood slowly and walked ever-so-slowly to the bathroom door. I heard him breathing kinda fast, and he let out another soft groan. I couldn’t resist opening the door. Through the clear shower doors, I saw him slowly stroking himself. His right hand was braced on the wall, and his left leg was bent at the knee.

The water cascaded over him as he slowly stroked his hardened length. Before I could catch myself, Escort Macunköy before I fully knew what I was doing, I was naked and in the shower with him. It was like a pull. I couldn’t stop myself at all, but he actually drew me in. He paused and looked back slightly, so he knew that I was there.

I pressed my naked body to his back so he could feel me, and I felt him shudder at the physical contact. I wrapped my arms around his lean waist, and moved his hands. I purred as I slid my hands all over his wet, taut stomach, and I lightly pressed my cheek to his long, wet hair that was slicked down his back. Slowly, I slid my hands down and gripped his hard length in my right hand.

I felt myself opening up, and my heart pounded against his back. My left hand was lightly massaging his left inner thigh as I slowly stroked his rigid cock. He felt so good in my hands, so right. I’d never been so turned on as I stroked and squeezed slightly. He rocked his hips slowly into my hand and whispered for me to go a little faster. I turned him around and pressed him to the shower wall. I wanted to see him when he came.

I stroked him faster, licking my lips as I watched the pleasure on his face. His cock grew a little longer and a little harder as I manipulated him to orgasm. It was beautiful. The strong jet of his orgasm shot strongly into the air. His head was back and he was braced against the wall as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. His eyes were slightly hooded, and his lips were curled in a wicked snarl as I drew out the pleasure by stroking his still throbbing length.

Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. He had the softest, sweetest lips that tasted faintly like the strawberry wine we had at dinner. I wrapped my arms around him and relished the closeness. I couldn’t believe this wasn’t a dream, but this was better than any dream I’d ever had of him.

We got out of the shower together, and he took one of the fluffy hotel towels and tenderly dried me off. He dried off every inch of my body, and I could tell he wanted to do more, but he somehow restrained himself. He got another clean towel to wrap around me, and used the one he dried me with to wrap around his waist, then he took my hand and led me back to the bedroom, holding the candle.

He sat me on the bed, then grabbed up his duffel bag. He told me that he was looking for a shirt for me to wear. He knew that I had my own clothes, but it almost felt like he was searching for one of his to give to me as a lover’s gesture. When he slowly gave me the shirt, he noticed that I was looking down. I took his hand instead of the shirt and slowly glided my fingers in his palm.

“Is something wrong, baby?” Kris asked me.

“No,” I said. “Not at all. It’s just that…” I sighed as I took both his hands in mine, gazing at them palm up.

“Just that what, babe?” He asked me.

I stood and slipped his soft, silky shirt on, and let the towel drop as I buttoned it on. “I’ve just always loved your hands. They’re so big and strong. So warm, and soft. I just love your hands,” I told him as I looked up at him, leaning against a wall.

He sat on the bed and looked at his hands, turning them a bit as if studying them for the first time. “What? These old things?” He asked and wriggled his fingers a little.

That simple gesture did something to me. I couldn’t speak, but only watched his fingers. Kris noticed that I was turned on, so he decided to try something. He licked the first two fingers of his left hand and started to move them in a come here gesture. I licked my lips and watched as if mesmerized.

He thrust his fingers slightly and twisted them a little as if thrusting them inside me. I was vaguely aware of my rocking hips, but I couldn’t stop, nor could I look away. He licked his fingers again and watched me as I lifted the shirt so he could see that I was cleanly shaven, and I spread my legs.

“You like that, baby?” He asked me. “Does that feel good?”

I could only moan in reply. He was encouraged when his name escaped in a purr from my lightly swollen lips.

“I love how you moan my name, lady. Do it again. Rock that tight little pussy like a bad girl,” he cooed in a deep, husky voice as he moved his middle and ring fingers in a manner as if massaging my clit.

I was powerless to what he did to me. I felt myself throbbing, but I let the power of those wicked fingers have their way with my mind.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” He asked, “I see how wet your pussy is. Your clit’s throbbing too. I can see that from here. Let yourself cum, baby. Do it for me.”

Keep in mind, I never touched myself, and neither did he, but every stroke and thrust of his moist fingers on the air made me moan and roll my hips. I could swear that I felt it. He flicked his middle finger quickly, and I “felt” him tickling my clit. Suddenly, the shirt was off and pooled around my feet as I rocked my hips and massaged my breasts. I was powerless under his seductive spell. I threw my head back and gave in to a hot orgasm.

Again, he never touched me, and I never touched myself, but I came so hard, that I almost went to my knees. When I opened my eyes, Kris was standing in front of me. He took my hands and pulled me to the bed. As he sat down, I instinctively sat in his lap facing him.

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He was angry with me, I could tell by the way he slammed around the kitchen and left his dishes in the sink. Something had pissed him off, maybe my reluctance to go to the beach on the spur of the moment, maybe I watched, too long, a man walk by in the mall and I shouldn’t have. We were still young and I forgave so much of it, I forgive a lot.

He was leaning against the counter drinking orange juice from a glass when I came in. I smiled at him and he ignored me, childish, and looked out the window without turning away. I love the feeling that came over me, then, the feeling of my will breaking and fading away. I let the defiance die, the feeling that I shouldn’t do what I was about to do.

I bent over the table, I knew he turned to watch, and pulled my dress up at the sides so it was up over my ass. I parted my legs, already feeling the ache and the tingle there, I was probably soaking wet even before I got through the door. I pulled my panties down, just under the roundness of my cheeks, and laid my body down on the table, head facing away from him.

I could hear his pants being undone, along with my will, and I felt Karşıyaka Escort only him entering me at first. I felt his thighs slap to meet mine and his hands holding my waist. He laughed a little, as I immediately orgasmed, and gave me a slap on the ass. He still felt so good in me, I put up my hand to stop the spanking but he just continued it on the other side. I had no choice, the dick came with the guy attached to it.

He pulled out and came on my back, and in a brief aggressive conclusion spanked me hard as another shattering orgasm hit me. I came without him in me, just the emptiness of where he’d been being slapped hard and harder with an unforgiving hand. He loved how much I couldn’t control himself. It started on the first date even.

I’d still been in high school and he took me around the back of my house to say goodnight before I climbed in through the window. I went up on my tippy toes to kiss him, the first time I’d kissed a boy on the lips, and he’d touched my breast first, cupping it. He slid down my ribs and around my waist to my ass, at first gentle and then trying his luck with Karşıyaka Escort Bayan a handful squeezed tight. I hadn’t stopped him, I just gasped as his fingers found my jeans and swiftly pulled them down. He fingered me from behind, inexperienced and rough, as much discomfort as pleasure.

I came on his fingers then, well, as close as I could go at the time. I hadn’t learned how to steer my thoughts or enjoy the emotional side. Back then I still tried to maintain some dignity.

But that night, he turned me around and I put a hand on the railing of the back porch, praying no one was watching in the dark. His cock didn’t slip into me at first, it just pushed to the side with a wet soft slurp. I giggled, for some reason, and he got revenge by entering me, holding one leg under the thigh and lifting it up. I was fucked for the first time, both hands on the railing with one foot on just the toes trying not fall down.

It hurt but I was wet and the discomfort wasn’t much more than what I’d found with my first explorations with the handle of a hairbrush. He whispered dirty things, drilling Escort Karşıyaka me, one hand holding me up with this stomach as he pumped his hips without moving his legs much. What an obscene introduction, I think I fell in love with him right then.

I gave it up completely, letting him bruise that part of me, knowing that something was changing. Just like the first time he unzipped his pants and told me to kiss it, to lick it. The first time I sucked at him with his fingers burrowing between my legs on the front seat of his car. He told me I should shave down there and came, salty, in my mouth and down my chin. He told me to let him see, I laid with my head on his legs and he smiled down from above me, enjoying the afterglow.

But in the backyard that first time, feeling the cool of the night and smelling the lawn, the feeling never went away. He never seemed to go soft, when my strength went he just pushed me up against the side of the house and I arched my back out for him. He pushed down the to of my shirt and viciously or forgetfully of me, pawed my breasts and ground my nipples back in against my ribs.

He might’ve intended to hold me awhile in the grass, but when a light came on upstairs at a neighbor’s house he gave me a rough kiss and bolted, still buckling his belt. I walked inside, oddly possibly because I was sore, juices dripping down my legs, giddy and high with the experience. I would never have to be seduced by him.

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I’d gotten married on Friday afternoon, and by Monday afternoon I’d had sex with eight other men. On Friday morning I was a virgin. By Monday afternoon I’d lost my virginity to a man that wasn’t my husband, been gangbanged by five black men, then I went out looking for more men to fuck me.

I was eighteen years old, and the man that took my virginity was thirty-one. I was a virgin, and the first man I had sex with, on my wedding night, had a cock that was as thick as my wrist. This same man had also had sex, more than a few times, with my sister-in-law. My brother and sister-on-law were swingers. My husband turned out to be gay, and I found out that I really, really loved men and cock.

Me and my husband, Ray, had found an apartment, and we both decided that, Carl, the man that had taken my virginity, should move in with us. The first night in our apartment, Carl brought home four other men, black men, and they all gangbanged me. I learned that I really, really liked sex and cock and men, and that I even liked anal sex. And I even went out looking for more cock the following day.

My mother had a black boyfriend that my father liked watching fuck my mother. My oldest brother shared his wife with other men. And it turned out that I was following in their footsteps.

I know that when most couples get married that they are marrying the love of their life. I’d only met my husband four days prior to marrying him. And, oddly enough, my husband had sucked off the man that took my virginity, a few times, long before he met me.

Ray and I got married on Friday, early afternoon, and by Monday afternoon I’d been gangbanged by five black men, had sex with three Chamorro locals and gotten fucked by the cousin of the transsexual that my husband had hooked up with over twenty times.

I’ve heard that the average number of lifetime sexual partners, for women, is eight. Well, in less than three days I was at that number. And I wanted more. I’d had sex with five very well hung black men, one that was thirteen years older than me, and I’d been with three Chamorro locals, one that was at least twenty-five years older than I was.

My husband has a cock the size of a five year old. My boyfriend’s cock is as thick as my wrist. And in three days I went from being a virgin to sucking cock and swallowing cum to getting gangbanged and learning the joys of anal sex.

Prior to getting married, everything I knew about sex I learned by looking through my brother’s Hustler magazines and seeing my mother and her boyfriend, and my brothers and their girlfriends having sex. There had been many times, without their knowledge, that I’d watched my father watching my mother and her boyfriend. And there had been many times that I’d watched my brothers and their girlfriends, with my brother’s knowledge.

I was living on Guam, and on the island, especially for the military, men greatly outnumbered women. On the island there were more men than women, but on the military bases it was more pronounced. The Air Force base my husband was stationed at, Anderson Air Force Base, was on one end of the island and the Navy bases were on the other. Most of the people on Anderson were there for eighteen months at a time. The Navy guys came and went because Guam was a Navy port, and men were usually stationed there, or they were there for a short time and went back out to sea.

So far, I’d been with five Air Force guys and three local Chamorros. The black guys had all been very well hung. And all three of the Chamorro men had been incredible lovers. Although they had all been my firsts, I felt that although I didn’t know much about sex, I at least knew that what these men did to and for me was amazing.

Before meeting my husband, I had only one real friend, Gail. She and I met and instantly became friends two days after I arrived on the island. She was a virgin, too. Things kind of went weird when I told her that I was going to get married, and to whom. I found out that Gail and Ray had met several times, at night, and kissed at her bedroom window, with Ray standing outside.

Gail’s father was very strict, and they were strict Christians, too. She had hoped that she and Ray would someday get married, and to her surprise, he asked me to marry him less than twenty-four hours after meeting me.

Both me and Gail were virgins, and we’d talked about sex, but neither of us had ever even come close to having sex with a boy. I had one up on her because I had at least jacked off three guys. Gail had never even seen a real life cock. And she had promised her parents that she would wait until she was married to have sex. I had never promised that to anyone.

My sister-in-law, Claire, had actually set me up with my boyfriend, Carl. She and Carl had been lovers for some time. And he was her favorite. So, she kind of hoped he’d be my first, and he was.

I was eighteen and Claire was twenty-six. We were relatives, per se’, and she was kind of a friend, but she was still my sister-in-law. Demetevler Escort And I guess I’d kind of messed things up with Gail. Yet, I now had men, a lot of them.

I’d just gotten home from getting fucked and made love to by three local Chamorros when Carl came home, with Darius, one of the men who’d been part of the gangbang the night before. Carl and Darius had no more walked into the apartment when Carl told me that they were both horny. And I had to admit that I was, too.

Carl, Darius and I went to the bedroom and Carl pulled my shorts off. He noticed my thighs were shiny and sticky. And he said, “Looks like someone got some cock.” I told Carl that I couldn’t wait for him to get home and I did what I had to. Darius told me, “I like a woman that can’t get enough cock.”

Carl told me that it was nice that I was already lubed up for him. And even though I had just been with three other men, Carl still had to work his cock into me. I had a feeling that would always be the case, considering how thick he was. And Darius made sure that my mouth wasn’t lonely.

I have to admit that having Kitiqua’s cum in me did make Carl feel better inside of me. Carl even said, “Nothing better than a well oiled machine.” Then he added, “Makes the pistons slide in and out much smoother,” Carl was kind of a car buff. Darius did his best to try and get his entire cock in my mouth and down my throat. This was my happy place, a cock between my legs and another cock in my mouth.

Carl laid on the bed and I got on top of him, and Darius got behind me. I had them both in me for quite some time before Carl eventually came in me and Darius came in my ass a second time. Although I’d been gangbanged the night before and had four men in me the following day, I was still horny and wanted more. It wasn’t that the men weren’t amazing lovers. I just couldn’t seem to get enough. I’d become what my brothers always wished their girlfriends had been, a nympho.

I’d gone eighteen years without having sex, and I wanted to make up for lost time and pleasure. So far I hadn’t found any guys that thought that me wanting sex was a bad thing. And, luckily, no men had turned me down yet.

Even though I was sore from all the sex I’d had, I still wanted more. I asked Darius if he was staying the night. He told me that he just wanted to get laid and that he was going to head back to the base. Carl told me that he just wanted to get something to eat, watch some TV and then go to bed. I asked Darius if he’d give me a ride to base, and that if he did that I would find a way home. Darius told me that it would cost me. I told him I’d already given him my ass and my mouth. Darius laughed and said, ” A blow job from here to base will do.” I had no problem with that, and Carl had no problem with me going to the base for a while.

Luckily my husband was manning the main gate when Darius and I drove through, because I didn’t know we were at the gate and I was still sucking Darius when we pulled up. I looked up when we stopped and my husband was smiling from ear to ear. I told Ray that I was going to go to my brother’s house for a while, or maybe the barracks. Ray told me to have a good time. I told him that was my plan.

As we drove away from the gate, Darius asked me why Ray didn’t seem to care that I had sex with other guys. I told Darius that Ray was gay and that I needed what he couldn’t give me. Darius smiled and said that he was more than willing to give me what I need anytime I wanted or needed it.

I had Darius drop me off at the NCO club. The NCO club on base allowed Airmen in, too. So, I had him drop me off there. I knew that a lot of Airmen and NCOs hung out there most any day of the week. And I wasn’t disappointed this time. After Carl and Darius fucked me, I took a shower and put on one of my black tube tops and a sarong, with nothing underneath either of them. I wanted to make sure that what I wore would be easily pulled up, down or off.

After I walked into the club, I ordered a drink and sat in a big booth, all by myself. I wasn’t alone for long, though. Within a few minutes I had a few men asking if they could sit with me. Of course I said yes. And just as I had hoped, as we all talked, the two guys sitting next to me, on my left and on my right, both started rubbing my thighs and tried, with great success, to go as far up my thighs as possible.

As me and the five guys that had joined me talked, the conversation turned sexual. One of the guys asked me what my favorite sexual experience had been. I told all of them that until that last Friday I’d been a virgin. They all wanted to know what happened. I held up my left hand and showed them my wedding ring. The three guys that weren’t fingering me looked disappointed. The guy to my immediate left asked, “So, you lost your virginity to your husband on your wedding night?” I sighed and said, “I lost my virginity . . . but not to my husband.” All of the sudden, all five guys seemed intrigued.

I Escort Demetevler explained to the guys that my brother and sister-in-law were swingers and that they had hooked me up with one of my sister-in-law’s lovers, and I told them about us getting a flat and how me and Carl went to the hotel alone, leaving my husband at the car. I told them about how Carl and I hooked up and how my husband caught us and liked that I was with Carl. And I told them that my husband’s penis was the size of a five year olds. The blonde guy that was wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey asked me if I had sex with my husband after I’d been with Carl. I smiled and shook my head, “If you want to call it that.”

The guy sitting to my immediate right assured me that he had a more than sufficient cock that would satisfy me. I reached down and felt his erect cock through his jeans and told him, “It feels good, so far.” I looked at the guy on my immediate left and them reached down and felt his erect cock through his jeans and told him, “You’re not so bad, yourself.” The other three guys said that they could satisfy me, too. I told them that remained to be seen.

The guy wearing the happy face shirt asked me why I had come to the club. I told him that I wanted to get a drink and just have a good time. He told me that he could show me a good time. I asked him what he would do to show me a good time. He started with, “First I would finger you and get you all wet.” The guy to my immediate right told him, “She’s already wet.” The happy face shirt guy asked him how he knew. He told him to look under the table. And he did. The happy face guy looked under the table then sat back up and asked me, “So you came to the club hoping to get fucked?” I just smiled.

The other of the three guys, not the Cowboys guy or the happy face guy, asked, “You think you could handle getting fucked by all of us?” I hadn’t told them about me getting gang banged or about the Chamorros. So, I said, “You have to keep in mind that until this last Friday I was a virgin.” The other of the three guys, wearing shorts and a black T shirt told me, “We’d be gentle.” I asked him, “What if I don’t want you to be gentle?” He smiled and said, “Then maybe we’ll treat you like a slut and just have our way with you.” The guy sitting to my immediate left said, “That got her wet.” That’s when the Cowboys and the shorts guy looked under the table and saw that the guys on my immediate left and right were both fingering me.

The shorts guy asked me where my husband was. I told him that my husband was at work, and that he was a cop. The shorts guy kind of smiled, then said, “I always knew that cops had small dicks.” The guy on my immediate left, that was wearing a Steelers Jersey, asked me if I had ever wanted to get gangbanged. I shyly asked, “By how many guys?” Steelers looked around and said, “Maybe by five guys.” I coyly answered, “That’s a lot of cock.” He pushed his fingers deeper into me and said, “I think you could handle it.” The guy on my immediate right, that was wearing a pea green shirt and jeans, pushed his fingers further into me and added, “As pretty as you are, I think you deserve a lot of cock.”

Happy face asked me if I ever were to get gangbanged if I would want the guys to wear condoms. I acted like I was thinking, then I asked, “Would you want to wear one?” Happy face shook his head and told me that no guy wants to wear a condom. I asked all the guys if they had ever gangbanged a girl before, and the table went quiet. I began thinking about all the guys, and I figured that Pea green and Steelers would be the most aggressive, since they were the one’s bold enough to finger me. Pea green had the biggest cock between him and Steelers. Yet, Steelers seemed to be a little thicker. And I began wondering what the other guys had hiding in their pants.

Shorts told me that he and a friend, when they were in high school, had fucked a girl together. He told me that he and his friend had gotten this girl drunk and she’d passed out and they stripped her and fucked her. I asked Shorts what he and his friend did after they fucked this girl. He told me that he and his friend had originally agreed to drive her home, but instead stopped at a park and fucked her on the park picnic table. I said, “And?”

Shorts continued to tell us, “She’d asked us to give her a ride home. We ended up fucking her in the park, and then these other guys showed up, and we freaked out and left her there. ” Happy face looked confused and asked Shorts, ” So, you fucked this girl that was passed out drunk and left her with some other guys, naked sprawled out on the picnic table?” Shorts asked what else he and his friend were supposed to do. Pea green suggested to Shorts, “Maybe you could have not left her there to have whatever happen to her.”

Shorts tried to defend himself by saying, “She was a slut.” Happy face told Shorts, “That doesn’t mean that she deserved to be fucked and left in some park to be . . . whatever.” Demetevler Escort Bayan The rest of the guys agreed, and told Shorts that that was a pretty fucked up thing to do. I asked Shorts if he ever saw he girl again. He told us that he saw her the following Monday, at school. She was a flag girl, and part of the cheerleader crowd. He said that he talked to her and asked her about how she felt about the “after party.” He said that she admitted that she shouldn’t have drank as much as she had, and that she really didn’t remember a lot, but she did wonder how she ended up naked at the park.

Shorts said that he asked her how she got home, and that she’d told him that some guy was nice enough to loan her his jacket and gave her a ride home. Shorts said he asked her what she remembered from the night of the party. He said that she’d told him that she probably shouldn’t have, but that she’d let several guys have her. Shorts told us that this girl admitted that she was sore as hell, and she figured that she’d been with several guys that night. Shorts told us that he’d asked her if she regretted anything that she’d done the night of the party, and she’d told him that she didn’t.

Happy face told Shorts that no matter what the girl thought, what he and his friend did was pretty shitty. Cowboys and Steelers agreed with Happy face. Pea green asked Shorts what made this girl a slut. And what about her made her deserve the treatment she got. Shorts retorted, “She admitted that she fucked a lot of guys that night, probably before me and my friend fucked her, and maybe after the other three guys fucked her.” Pea green shot back with, “She may have been a slut, but she deserved respect because she was a woman.” Shorts shook his head and then looked at me and asked, “So, what? Now you aren’t going to let me fuck you?” I told him that I didn’t say that.

I asked Shorts if he would prefer to be the first to fuck a girl or the last one to fuck her. Shorts simply answered, “Both.” Before things got too out of hand, I asked all the guys if there was a place we could go and have some fun. Shorts quickly answered, “My roommate is in the states until next week. So, we can go to my room.” I looked at all the guys and said, “I don’t know about you guys but, I’m horny as fuck and I need to get laid.”

When me and the guys stood up, Gail, who had seen me talking with all the guys walked up and said to the guys, “You know she’s married. Right.” They all said yes. Then Gail asked me where Ray was. I told Gail that Ray was at work. Then Gail asked, “When the cat’s away the mouse will play. Huh?” I told Gail that I didn’t have time for her at the moment, but that if she felt like getting laid that I knew a few guys that could help her out.

Gail pulled me aside and asked me if I knew what I was doing. I told her that I did know what I was doing. I was going to get laid. Then Gail asked me if I thought that Ray deserved to be cheated on. I told Gail that she may have kissed Ray, but she didn’t really know him like I did. Gail argued that she had known Ray for close to six months, and I had known him for less than a week. She insisted that she did know him better than I did. I asked Gail if she knew that when Ray’s cock is erect that it’s not much bigger than my little finger. Gail told me that if you love a man that his penis size doesn’t matter. I responded with, “Ah, but if you want to have mind blowing sex, it does matter.”

I told Gail that she had two choices. She and I could talk on the way to the guy’s room before they all fuck us both, or we could talk another time. Gail reminded me that she was a Christian and that she was waiting until marriage to have sex. I said, “Your loss.” And I began to walk back to the guys. Gail grabbed my arm and asked me, “What’s it feel like, having sex?” I told Gail that it was like having your birthday and Christmas at the same time. I realized that I hadn’t seen Gail’s mother or father. Gail never came to the club without them, unless she’d been with me. I asked Gail where her parents were. She told me that it was their anniversary and that they got a hotel room in Agana for the night. I smiled and told Gail, “If you let loose tonight and just let it happen, no one would know that you lost your virginity. And trust me, it’ll be well worth it.”

Gail reminded me that she had hoped that she would marry Ray and that she would lose her virginity to him. I giggled and said, “I lost my virginity after Ray and I got married, but it wasn’t him that I lost my virginity to.” Gail looked at me confused. I explained that I’d met another guy and that Ray watched him take my virginity. And I told Gail that Ray and I hadn’t had sex, yet. Gail looked like a deer in headlights. I further explained that Ray liked to watch.

Gail was bewildered. I told Gail that I would make her a deal. If she joined me and the guys and afterward gave me a ride home that I would let her sleep with Ray for the night. Gail looked at the guys that were going to fuck me and then asked, “Do you mean it?” I nodded, then said, “Look. You and I play with these guys for a couple hours, then you get to spend the night with the man of your dreams.” I asked Gail if we had a deal. Gail said, “Yes, but, you can’t tell them I’m a virgin, though.” I assured Gail, “They don’t even need to know your name.”

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Today was an abnormal day in Seattle, Washington. Well, the overcast was typical, but it was unusually warm, and it had yet to rain. I decided to take advantage on this momentous occasion to celebrate my graduation and completion of volunteer hours at the library for college…

With the local pool.

I am usually completely clumsy; I can’t walk on a flat surface to save my life. I have managed to trip over the smallest pebble… but when it comes to water, I can survive. So, I packed a small bag to include sun block (even with an over cast you can still burn) a long towel, my Ipod, my battered copy of Wuthering Heights, and my dark blue bikini that I got on sale a few summers back. I drove to the pool in eager anticipation, my mind once again wandering to…

Him.

For the past month or so my mind was always on him. His body, his face, his voice, his feel… everything about him drew me to him like a beacon. He was in my dreams at night, taking me in every way possible. My mind had never been so dirty in my life. My nights were filled with erotic images of me writhing under him on my bed, in a shower, possibly even in a pool like this one…

Blushing at the memories of my most recent dream involving silk ties, a flogger, and a blindfold, I got out of my truck and went inside the ladies’ locker room to change and lock up my clothes. I slathered sunblock all over my body, and slipped into some comfy flip flops. Then I donned my sunglasses and exited the locker room out to the pool. Kids were splashing and playing, a couple crying because one of their siblings had taken their noodle. The parents were lazily watching, some reading a book or swimming laps while glancing in their children’s direction. With my towel wrapped around my waist and my bag in hand, I looked around for an empty lounge chair. I had planned on getting in a little reading time, myself. The pool was packed. I was almost out of luck until I spotted a chair across the way by itself. I quickly and gingerly made my way over to it, praying someone else wouldn’t steal it in the meanwhile.

Luck was with me, I had finally gotten my chair without injury and was currently sun (kinda) bathing with my ear buds in my ears and my book in front of me, my ankles crossed in the air. I was trying to get a bit of sun… but I doubted it would work. My dark blue bikini made me look pale in comparison. Kids were still at play around me; I had planned on waiting until Adult Swim before I got in the pool. I felt my eyelids get heavy and knew it wouldn’t do well to fall asleep at a pool… knowing my luck, I would roll over and fall into the pool. The words were blurring on the page. I sighed and pulled my ear buds from my ears. I stood up and stretched, straightening my bikini in the process.

My eyes were caught on something shiny from across the pool. I shaded my eyes and squinted to see what it was that had caught my eye… my breath hitched and my heart started beating a mile a second…

It was him. The man in my dreams… or should I say fantasies…It suddenly became difficult to breathe, let alone stand up. My knees were weak. I didn’t know if I wanted him to notice me or stay oblivious of my presence. I wasn’t sure if I could face him again…

It was supposed to be a fluke, what had happened in the library, but he was here right now, at this very moment, standing on the other side of the pool. I couldn’t see him all that well close up, but I could imagine what he looked like…Sandy blond hair in complete disarray, blue eyes hidden behind dark aviators, water sliding sensually down his perfectly defined torso to disappear under his dark green swim trunks that were riding almost dangerously low on his hips…

I shivered at the thought. He must have noticed I was staring at him for a delicious smirk spread across his devilishly handsome face as he stared unabashedly back at me. My breath hitched once more as I watched his lips curl from afar… remembering just exactly where those lips had been on my body. My skin suddenly felt hot and tingly. My mouth was dry. I felt myself getting wet and I hadn’t even gotten in the pool yet…

My eyes became unfocused as I started getting lost in another fantasy of mine, this one involving this very pool… My back was against the wall and my legs were wrapped around his hips as he pumped vigorously in and out of me as I raked my nails across his strong back, my head thrown back and my eyes squeezed tightly shut in complete ecstasy.

I looked up once more and noticed his eyes were still trained on me, his head cocked to the side like a puppy in thought and a small smirk still playing across his lips. An unseen force pulled me towards the pool as his face broke out into a heart-breaking smile. I didn’t break eye contact as I slowly lowered myself into the deep end of the pool. I turned around and clutched the side of the pool as kids played and splashed around me, oblivious to the pure adrenaline and lust that was pulsing through my veins…

I İvedik Escort glanced over my shoulder and felt a sharp twinge of disappointment as I noticed that he had vanished. My mind started to berate myself as I debated whether or not to get back out of the pool…

Stupid me. Why would he of all people spare a glance for me when he could have any other scantily clad beauty in this pool just as easily? He already had me once. If he was looking for a tryst, maybe I gave it to him too quickly? What happened at the library surely was a fluke. What if he was bored of me? He probably didn’t even know my name.

Still, his eyes haunted my dreams each night. Feeling foolish after a few minutes of internal debate, I decided to give up and get out of the pool anyway. I moved to do just that, but was caught off guard as I felt the unmistakable sensation of lips lightly caressing my calf, sliding slowly, ever so slowly, up the back of my leg, my knee, my thigh, my ass, my hip, my back, my shoulder, then finally to the sweetest spot just behind my ear where those lips nipped me sharply. I shuddered in pleasure, my body instantly succumbing to him.

I felt myself pulled back against a very hard, very masculine body. My breath hitched as I felt heat spread through my body that had nothing to do with the weather but everything to do with the being pressed against me. He whispered a single question into my ear, but the way he made it sound it was as if those words were made to come from his lips alone.

“Miss me…?”

His hands gripped my hips firmly as I felt him press his arousal against the small of my back and nip me once more, but this time on my shoulder… and oh so possessively. Having made up my mind, I went to turn around so I could finally see with my own two eyes that he was real… but he pressed himself further against me, preventing much movement.

“Don’t turn around… not just yet,” he growled lowly into my ear. I felt a little put out but I tried not to show it. My mind went blank as his hands started to freely roam my body, slowly, sensually, with feather light touches that had me yearning for more.

Biting my lip and desperately trying to control my breathing, I whispered, “How did you find me? What… what are you doing here?”

He chuckled huskily into my ear; I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I have my ways…”

He began to place small kisses along the nape of my neck, murmuring against the skin there, “What does it look like I am doing? Better yet… what do you want me to be doing…?”

I shivered in absolute anticipation and bit my lip once more, closing my eyes as his hands started to roam my body more firmly, one sliding up towards my breast, the other venturing south over my bikini bottoms, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I was hit with a jolt of pure lust as his fingers slid over my pussy lips, stroking and teasing me gently, while his other hand was busy tracing small patterns at the bottom edge of my bikini top, so close, yet so far away from where I wanted him most…I ached to feel more of him, craved it like the sweetest chocolate ever to touch my tongue… I pressed myself fully against his arousal and was rewarded when he hissed in my ear.

“Tut, tut… It won’t do well to tease if you can’t deal with the… repercussions…” he growled seductively in my ear. He punished me for my teasing by suddenly pulling the crotch of my bottoms aside and sliding a finger between my lower lips, swirling and grazing my clit sensually, teasingly. I shivered in delight. His smooth fingers felt perfect on my body. I was quivering from him, completely soaked and ready for him… I closed my eyes and threw my head back against his shoulder, my jaw slack as I panted.

Children were still playing around us… Marco-Polo, Tag, Hide-and-Seek… and my living fantasy was playing with me. He grazed my shoulder with his teeth and slipped a finger inside of me, stroking softly. Up above, he finally relented and slid a hand underneath one of my bikini top’s cups. He began by gently running his thumb back and forth against my nipple, just tiny soft little brushes that were making me insane with want. I gasped and bit my lip to keep from crying out. I held on tight to the edge of the pool, trying not to float away.

This was a completely different man from the one that visited in my dreams at night and I didn’t know which was better… But I was pretty sure at this point reality would beat out any memory… At this point I could care less… He was here now in the flesh and at the moment he was fully palming my breasts and twirling and pinching my clit until I felt my limbs shake underwater.

Kids were still screaming and laughing around us, whacking each other with their water wings and noodles but I was completely oblivious to them. His ministrations were so gentle but his next words were anything but…

“Does it turn you on to know that I am finger-fucking you in front of all these children?” he hissed in my ear.

I felt my nipples tighten and my center grow considerably İvedik Escort Bayan warmer due to his words. He started pumping his finger inside of me, twirling at different angles until I was panting erratically, biting my lip to suppress my moans. He suddenly added a finger down below, stretching me, but hitting just the right spot as he stroked me gently. The combination of his harsh words and his soft strokes were wreaking havoc on my senses. I didn’t know what to think; my mind was blank with pure sensation and lust. He took me by surprise as his strokes suddenly grew a bit rougher… he began rubbing my clit roughly with his thumb and pumping his fingers in and out of my slick folds, his other hand still brushing and teasing my nipples until I whimpered, pleading for him to not stop, don’t ever stop…

I felt him grow even harder against my ass, so I once again ground my hips back against his and was rewarded when he hissed in pleasure.

“Naughty little girl…” he growled directly into my ear, pushing his hard shaft against my ass once more, leaving no space between us.

“I can’t tell if you are wet from me or the pool…” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive lobe sensually.

I panted back breathlessly, “You… always from you. I’m wet by just thinking of you…”

I must have pleased him, because he nipped me possessively on the side of my neck, then inconspicuously gave it a long lick.

I shuddered in pleasure as he muttered, “Mm… you taste just as good as I remember… but I wonder…”

I then felt myself roughly spun around to face him, my back slamming into the tiled wall behind me. It knocked the wind out of me and made me gasp out loud. I finally got to see what my mind already knew: sandy blond hair plastered wetly to his forehead, blue eyes blinking owlishly from behind a thick dark fringe of golden toned eyelashes that were spiked sharp with water, a strong nose set above a wide sensuous mouth that was currently curled in a delicious smirk. He was so close… I could see the individual flecks of silver in his brilliant blue eyes.

He leaned forward and kissed his way down from just behind my ear to my collar bones, past my cleavage which was currently heaving with each breath I took, before taking a deep breath and disappearing underneath the water to make his way down my torso, pausing only to swirl his tongue around my navel before venturing further south still…I clung desperately to the edge of the pool, glancing around frantically to make sure no once was paying any attention. My perusal was cut short, however as all thought was wiped clean from my head as I felt him jerk the crotch of my bottoms aside once more and slowly lay kisses against my hot, throbbing pussy. He ran his tongue along my exposed lip, sucking and pulling at it like a newborn babe. His tongue was tortuously light against me, barely touching, always teasing, leaving me aching for more.

I pulled my dark sunglasses back down over my eyes. I was trying so hard to keep quiet, always chewing my lip to muffle my moans, my hands gripping the side of the pool so tightly that my knuckles were white and straining with effort. My breath hitched as I felt him pause only to grip my thighs firmly and pull them over his shoulders to where I was sitting on them, my legs spread wide as he continued his exquisite assault. He suddenly pulled my bottoms aside completely, giving me a long, slow, firm lick. I shivered as my legs shook in pleasure, tossing my face back towards the overcast sun, my mouth agape as I panted erratically. He twirled his tongue around my clit, teasing and coaxing it to life. I bit my lip hard, my limbs shaking uncontrollably. It felt so good. His mouth was hot and silky. The water was cool to the touch. The combination of hot and cold set my nerves on edge.

He made me jolt when he suddenly thrust a finger inside of me, twisting and curling and hitting all the right spots. He was far too talented at this… I was putty in his capable hands. I was writhing against the side of the pool, my eyes slammed shut and my lips pressed firmly together in an effort to contain my desperate moans. I could feel my nostrils flaring with how hard I was panting. This man had far too much power over me.The pressure in my lower abdomen was building… I was achy and shaky all over, desperate for release.

I was so close.

All of a sudden he hit a particular spot and the coil in my stomach sprang free, releasing wave upon wave of pure pleasure as I twitched, trying to control my bucking hips as I let opened my mouth wide in a silent scream. I saw stars behind my eyelids and my whole body felt hot and cold at the same time. I let go of the side of the pool, my limbs feeling too weak to hold on any longer and he was there, catching me. His head was finally above the water after all this time, his blond hair now dark from the water and his bright blue eyes glittering in satisfaction, a smug smirk pasted on his perfectly succulent lips. I was still panting, trying to catch my breath after the roller coaster Escort İvedik of pleasure I’d just endured.

I finally found my voice.

“How…?” I croaked. He had been underwater for at least a few minutes without taking a single breath. His lips quirked up in a delicious half grin.

“I’m an avid swimmer, could probably hold my breath longer than most.” he answered. His voice was just a bit raspy.

It was sexy as hell.

He cocked an eyebrow at me as his eyes took on a devilishly smoldering look and his voice dropped in pitch.

“Besides… everyone is too absorbed in their own insignificant worlds to notice you getting off at the edge of the pool…”

I pulled my lip between my teeth and bit down, blushing to my roots. His voice alone could send me to heaven. It was smooth, deep but not overly so, and it seemed to caress me just as much as his hands did.

His eyes took on a dangerous light as he leaned forward and growled lowly into my ear, “You drive me fucking wild when you do that, love…” He nipped me possessively behind my ear and my knees instantly went weak. His hands had begun roaming once more and he was treading water against me, pinning me to the wall with his toned body. His erection kept brushing my center, making me hiss in pleasure. He teased me in this way for a few minutes, not saying a word, just staring into my eyes. I was grateful for my sunglasses. I wanted to look away but I was entranced. He finally wrapped his strong hands around my ass and pressed his hardened cock against my throbbing clit roughly, sliding it along my seam. I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs around him, pressing my breasts flush against his chest.

I had never gone so far with any guy as I had with him; he had spoiled me for other men. I felt wanton and free… careless. I swore softly, aching and craving him. I just wanted him so fucking badly… I craved to feel him inside me again. I needed it.

“Do you want my cock inside of you? Do you want me to fuck you against the wall in front of all these children?” he demanded harshly, giving my neck a long yet discreet lick. It was so wrong, so forbidden… yet too tempting to ignore. His touch was simply too addicting. I found I could deny this man nothing so instead of answering, I boldly slipped my hand between us and into his swim trunks, sliding it down his treasure trail to his swollen cock where I grasped him firmly. I gave him a slow, long pump, swirling my thumb over his engorged head, all the while staring directly into his brilliant eyes and pulling my bottom lip from between my teeth. I watched in smug satisfaction as he shuddered in pleasure. I was glad to have such an effect on him. He wasn’t the only one who could tease…

Boosted by my new found confidence, I leaned forward and hissed my response into his ear, “Do you want to be inside of me? Do you want to feel my hot, silky sheath sucking you dry as you fuck me hard against this wall?”

With that, I smirked as I pulled him forward to slide along my seam, the only barrier between us now being my bikini bottoms. I could feel every inch of him and I shuddered at the thought.His eyes hooded and his lips parted, he took back control; he smoothly untied one of the strings on my hips and pulled my bottoms to the side to where they were hanging off from me from my other hip. He pressed himself flush against me, hot, throbbing, and deliciously male. I blushed as I realized that I was completely exposed to anyone who may have been swimming underneath the surface, but I didn’t care as I felt myself start to pulse with desire and I knew that I had to have him inside of me, children be damned.

I began whimpering and pleading almost pathetically, begging for relief. Pure lust was coursing through my veins and he was doing nothing to sate it…He pressed his head inside of me just a tiny bit, just enough to tease as his jaw tightened with restraint. His bright blue eyes grew increasingly dark.

“Say it,” he hissed into my ear, his breath strangely cool against my hot skin, “Say it… out loud… Say it!” He nipped me right behind my ear, sharp and delectably possessive. My knees went weak and my body started shaking in anticipation.

“I want… I want…” I couldn’t seem to form the words. Each time I started and faltered, I felt my face grow brighter. What was wrong with me? At the library I let a total stranger take me against the bookshelf without a second thought… now I couldn’t even tell the same man that I wanted him to do it again.Of course I wanted him, but voicing it now in front of all these people seemed wanton, taboo… especially considering our current location. Suddenly, I grew calm and none of that mattered.

I leaned forward to murmur huskily in his ear, “I want you to fuck me against the wall in front of all these naive and innocent little children and their mommies and daddies… I want it all!”I in turn nipped his ear as well, boldly claiming him as mine as I firmly pulled him forward more inside of me by his rather endowed shaft. I shuddered as he stretched me further. I had forgotten about his size… he dwarfed me in comparison. Finally buckling, he surged forward suddenly and filled me to the hilt. My eyes popped open at the sudden impact and I let out a low moan. I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out any further. Ever the gentleman, he waited for me to adjust once more.

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I opened my eyes to see her laying on her side, watching me sleep. She offered a little smile.

“Hey, you,” I said sleepily, and offered a smile back.

It was late spring. The weather had been pleasant, which had kept me in an extra good mood.

“Hey,” she replied. She gazed at me a few seconds more. “You want to eat breakfast?”

“I want to poop dinner,” I said. I was in a playful mood.

She exhaled a singular laugh. “Okay. I’m going to have a quick shower first. … If you can hold it.”

“No problem,” I said, snuggling into my pillow, smiling.

She rolled off her side of the bed, went into the bathroom and shut the door.

After a few more minutes of enjoying the comfort of the bed, I decided to get up and eat a bowl of cereal while she was showering.

In the kitchen, I noticed her freshly used bowl and spoon in the sink. She had already eaten.

I took my clean bowl and spoon from the nearby drainrack and began preparing a small breakfast.

The bathroom door opened as I was finishing, and I watched her walk across the hall, wearing a towel. I was slightly disappointed when she diappeared into the bedroom and shut the door.

I put my bowl inside hers and took my turn in the bathroom, which was still a little steamy and heady with the scent of her soap. It was a light scent, but the heat and moisture magnified it.

I lifted the toilet lid, pushed down my boxer briefs and sat down to relieve myself.

After about five minutes, I heard the bedroom door open, and a moment later she stepped into the bathroom.

She had decided to wear her boots with her white calf-high socks pushed down. She also wore her shorter black tee dress that she usually reserved for days when she was feeling a little flirty.

She walk over to me, straddled my knees and sat down facing me with her arms resting on my shoulders.

Apparently she was indeed feeling a little flirty. She looked me in the eye with a little smile. I did the same.

“I’m going shopping,” she said, which meant that I would not be joining her, which suggested that I might be pleasantly surprised, later. Not asking, plus flirty, usually equals happy me.

That prospect, plus the fact that her bare thighs were on me, started bringing me to attention. Maybe she noticed a micro-expression, but somehow she knew and looked down at my macro-expansion.

She looked back up with slightly raised eyebrows.

“No blumpkins,” she joked, with a playful sterness.

I chuckled. “No blumpkins,” I replied, in complete agreement.

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then stood up and turned away, sliding her right fingers along the left side of my face as she walked to the door way, then out.

I concluded my business and took a shower of my own, leaving my erection to fade naturally.

I brushed my teeth, put on some clean underwear and shorts, and then washed the dishes.

It was Saturday, so I checked the mail, finding nothing. Either she got it and took it with her or we didn’t get anything. I liked when we didn’t get mail. It offered me a small illusion that no one else in the world knew where we were.

Sometimes I entertained a fantasy or two that featured me and her as the only remaining people on earth, or just living happily shipwrecked on an unknown island somewhere.

Back inside the apartment, I turned on the TV for a bit. Played on my phone for a while. Pretty much did as little as possible on a lovely lazy weekend.

I was laying on the couch watching TV, when my phone vibrated and chimed on my chest, alerting me to a new text message.

It was from her.

[Is Batıkent Escort your dick hard?]

Well, I certainly didn’t expect that.

[Not at the moment.] I replied. But that could easily change.

[Make your dick hard for me]

[Um. Are you on your way home?] I casually rubbed my crotch, but my confusion inhibited my results.

[No]

I was a little short on incentive, but I pushed down my shorts and underwear and began stroking.

[I just want you to be hard for me right now]

Okay. That’s working pretty well.

[Tell me when you’re hard]

[I want to know]

And there it is. Was she fingering herself in the store?

I imagined her in a grocery store, nearly empty of people. She sitting on the cold floor, panties being stretched by her knees desperately trying to spread further apart to make more room for her hand moving quickly in a circular motion.

I licked my hand and spread syliva and pre-cum all around the head, and up and down my shaft.

[I am incredibly hard thinking of you right now]

[Good]

[You want me to cum for you]

I continued jacking off, waiting. No reply. Maybe she was just too busy finger fucking herself. Yeah. Maybe she was moaning so loudly that she didn’t hear her notification.

I set my phone on my chest and applied more syliva to my working palm. Around, down, up, around, down, up, around, down. Lick. Around, down, up, around, down, up, around, down. Rinse, repeat. Tighter. Up, down, up, down. Put the phone on the floor, just in case. Up, down, up, down, up, around, down. Balls tighten a moment. Oh, shit, yes. Balls tighten again. Fucking hell. Balls tighten again. Fuck. Slowly milk it.

I lay there a while, very relaxed. Hoping the doorbell doesn’t ring. Why would it? Still, hoping it doesn’t.

I shove my clothese the rest of way off and get off the couch, with my free hand positioned and ready to catch anything that might drip off of my fist.

I go to the bathroom and wash off in the shower. Dry off. Return to the living room and get redressed. I check my phone and find no new messages.

“I’m thirsty.”

Some time later, I was sitting on the couch watching TV. The door opened and she walked in carrying a number of plastic grocery bags.

‘Holy shit. She WAS at the grocery store.’ I smiled internally.

She didn’t look at me. She was facing the kitchen. Her free hand pushed the door behind her to let it swing shut on its own as she walked towards the kitchen. Her face was neutral.

She had something up her sleeve. Best to give it a minute to see where it goes. On rare occassion, I wish we weren’t able to read each other so well. It makes it difficult for us to surprise each other. On the other hand, when we do truly surprise each other, the occassion is all the more meaningful.

As far as I know, she didn’t know that I went to a manacurist, a few days ago, to get my nails well trimmed. She might have noticed that I had been using her lotion on my hands for a week, but I’m not sure. I wanted to make sure my fingers were nice and smooth, with no scrapey bits.

I listened to the sounds of her taking items out of the bag and putting them in the fridge. A brief moment later, some article of clothing dropped on my head.

I waited a moment for some cue, but nothing. I heard her walking toward the hallway. I pulled the article down from the front to find that it was the tee dress that she had just been wearing.

Okay, then.

I stood up slowly. Maybe I was meant to follow her, or maybe something else was going to happen. I didn’t want to move too Batıkent Escort Bayan quickly, just in case it was the latter.

Dress in hand, I moved toward the bedroom door. I stopped at the edge and peeked around the corner.

She was laying face down on my side of the bed, hugging my pillow beneath her chest. Her hips were pressed into the mattress and they rolled slowly. As if that were not delightful enough, she was wearing something new.

I slowly entered the room and watched.

It was forest green in color. The bottoms tied on either side of her hips. The material hugged her form. All I could see of the top was the thin strings that wrapped around her sides and were tied at her back.

A small shift in her head position barely revealed more strings tied at her neck. She had bought a bikini, and a rather small one at that.

I just took in the sight. She was still wearing her boots as she was grinding herself into the bed, and my second erection was now in full effect.

Then I noticed something else. I stepped closer. Peeking in and out of shadow with her motions was a dark spot between her legs, and it was not exactly a small spot.

I tossed her dress aside as I moved to my target. I climbed onto the bed and carefully maneuvered closer.

I pushed my fingertips up her calves to the back of her knees and gave them a little tickle. I saw her body twitch slightly in response.

I continued up the backs of her thighs. She slowed her grinding. As I moved over the new material, she stopped.

Her head was down. My pillow under her chest raised he back in an arch. The way she clutched the mass, it was probably all she could do to keep from touching herself. Tiny, muffled sounds of desperation urged me on.

I traced the crease of her buttocks down and ran a finger over that soaked spot. Her response was beautiful, but not yet. I put my palms flat on her cheeks and massaged a few times with increasing depth.

With my right hand, I reached back and grabbed her boot at the ankle and pulled it closer, bending her leg. She was flexible enough that I was able to rub the edge of the sole of her boot against the bare flesh of her lower buttock, while my left thumb moved repeatedly down to the middle of the spot and back to just a little outside of it.

She moaned.

I moved back just enough to let myself bend over, releasing her boot, and bury my nose in her crease. A little grind, and then moved lower to the combined scent of the new material and her juices. I licked that spot, lightly, then harder, to her delight.

Not yet.

I kissed my way to her lower back, pulled the material down just a little and licked her skin with the tip of my tongue.

I raised up and pulled one of each of the strings, then ran my fingertip up her hips, fully untying the strings in the process. I was unwrapping a gift.

I bent to kiss up her spine, and then returned to my position.

My palms slid down her back, and then her sides. I massaged her lower back, easing the material down little by little.

Her tailbone came into view. I paused long enough to bend down and lick the underside of that small vestigial bump.

My thumb dipped gently into her crevice as it eased the material further until she was half exposed.

I moved my hands to her hips and gripped, pressing her into the bed, tilting them back and forth in the same motion that she had made before. She assisted and few times, but stopped when I let go.

Supporting myself with my left hand, I leaned over her and brushed her hair back over her left ear. I leaned in the lick Escort Batıkent the edge of the shell ever so lightly. I took it between my lips as I pushed my right middle finger down along her crevice. Deeper and further, the material being pushed along the way.

She inhaled a tiny whine.

I guided her right leg aside with my knee, spreading her legs a bit more as I licked down the shell of her ear.

My finger found the back edge of her mound. I tickled it. She made a sound. From one crease to another, I continued tracing, although this crease was very wet.

I reached her earlobe.

The pad of my middle finger barely in her hot fold, I moved in tiny back and forth motions, going futher along each time until my fingertip touched her clit. She inhaled sharply, making a beautiful sound.

I gently bit her earlobe and pulled as I delicately brushed over her swollen tip.

“Oh, god,” she inhaled sharply, in a high pitch.

I released her earlobe and watched her face move constantly in torturous pleasure.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked quietly.

“Nnnnngg, yes. I want to cum.” Heavy breaths and delightful sounds were in abundance for me.

I moved my finger a bit faster and pressed a bit harder.

Her breathing became almost erratic and her eyes squeezed tightly frequently.

“More?”

“God, more.”

I picked up speed and covered more area. Against my chest, I felt that the muscles of her arms were tensed almost constantly as she clutched that pillow.

Her sounds suddenly became briefly stifled as the orgasm hit. She buried her face in the mattress to muffle the loud cry that followed.

Another silence. And then a second lesser cry, and her body shook beneath me.

I slowed and just gently rubbed her swollen labia a while. Her thighs. Her ass. Gave her a moment to recover while I kissed her cheek, and shoulder.

She turned over on her back, laying her head on the pillow. I went back to rubbing her inner thighs. I kissed her a few times then stared into her eyes, returning my fingers to her pussy.

“I’m gonna make you squirt.”

“Huh?” She was completely blindsided by that, and I relished it.

I plunged my finger inside of her. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to take in a breath.

I returned to my kneeling position between her legs and spread them further apart with my free hand.

For a few seconds she had an almost worried look on her face, until I inserted a second finger. She closed her eyes and her head went back.

I felt for the spongey flesh and began stroking it. She pulled blindly at the sheets.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” I felt her walls squeeze tighter.

I put my thumb on her clit, cupped my hand, tensed everything and began jack hammering up and down.

All she could do was moan long and loud. The second orgasm hit, she convulsed wildly, and then she gushed all over my hand. My rapid motion spattered it everywhere. On the bed, on her stomach, on my chest.

I carried her through, though my arm felt like it would give out first. Fortunately it didn’t, and I was able to stop with her.

“Holy fuck!” She said, wide eyed and out of breath.

I took my soaked fingers out of her and moved to put them in her mouth. She accepted them readily. I moved back down, slidding my fingers out of her mouth and down her lips, chin, chest, stomach, leaving a wet trail.

The smell was sweet, and the taste; delicious. I took my time licking up every stray drop I could find anywhere my tongue would reach.

I began moving back to her, but half way there, she sat up and pushed me to lay down on her side of the bed. I complied and then she began licking the remaining drops from my chest.

She cleaned herself off of me up to my face, and then kissed me deeply. And again.

“Damn, boy,” she said with a smile. “I thought I was gonna surprise you, today.”

“Trust me. You did.”

She kissed me again.

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101 Reasons Why Not to Become a Gynecologist…

(…And the gruesome, grotesque, and sometimes funny stories behind the scenes!)

By: Stephen M. Brown

Inspired By: Erin Marie Rizor

DISCLAIMER:

The Following Story is completely and totally fictional. All of the characters are completely fictional with a true 100% real fact at the beginning of each chapter… If you are offended by certain sexual thoughts, facts, or stories, please stop reading now. Of Course, if you are curious about ANYTHING you think you are about to read, enjoy the story!

At one point in everyone’s life the ridiculous gets a try. No matter what it is, we all do something dumb to our bodies. Or there is always the more upsetting side of the world around us, and that happens to be diseases. Some of which we can help, and some of which we can’t, but as far as I’m concerned, a condom is the best remedy next to pure abstinence to solve 95% of the problems that we may run into…

So, now that is out of the way, and I have done my job as a Licensed Obstetrician and Gynecologist, I think I would like to get on to the real story…

Abigail Natasha Henderson, MD, OBGYN, is my full name and title, and you best bet I am proud of every letter that follows my name after all of the schooling that I had to endure in order to get them.

I have a fifteen member practice that I co-own with another doctor, and I think I rather enjoy my life. My job has its perks and its grief though. I’ve gone on a couple of dates with a few patients when I was still exploring with females before I got married to my wonderful husband and I had my two beautiful twin daughters. But I can’t always say that I love my job because I have also had my few run-ins with some terrible things.

My patients like to come to my office in emergency situations verses going to the hospital emergency room. Not only because I have been known to be cheaper; but also because in certain situations a doc at the emergency room may be a male, or may be a lot more interested in the patients misfortune then in correcting the situation. I know you are totally lost, but I will explain soon enough.

Marquise Matthew Kelly is my male counterpart in the doctor’s office. He may or may share a few of his situations in the exam room, but I just wanted to introduce him just incase. He has also had his share of fun and interesting adventures so as a matter of fact, I will introduce him, and he will share at least one of his run-ins. So sit back and enjoy… and try not to throw up…

I. My Job.

An obstetrician is a physician who has successfully completed specialized education and training in the management of pregnancy, labor, and pueperium (the time-period directly following childbirth).

A gynecologist is a physician who has a successfully completed specialized education and training in the health of the female reproductive system, including the diagnosis and treatment of disorders and diseases.

~*~

As an Obstetrician/ Gyno, I of course examine the female body. I prep ladies for pregnancy, I have delivered countless babies, am a professional at administering PAP smears/ mammograms, have given good and bad news about diseases, cancers, and the hole nine yards. I have a library of over 400 patients and I could name seventy-five percent of them by first glance.

I also respond to an internet blog called “Ask Abby” (no relationship to Dear Abby…) that I check twice weekly. I have also appeared on Oprah, Dr. Phil, and Maury’s talk shows on more than one occasion. For the most part, I have a decent practice. I make great money, but I am in no way wealthy.

Marc has been a friend of mine for a few years, and we went to school together. So when we graduated, we got a loan from the bank and opened a practice and before either one of us new it, we were hiring more and more people to keep up with demand. He is married to a beautiful Arabian woman that I lusted after so hard that I begged Marc to hire her as my personal assistant. (No I haven’t slept with her, she is married to my partner and I am married too, but it is nice to stare at her and its wonderful giving her check-ups!)

But enough blubbering, onto the story, or shall I say stories. Here are a few instances that I ran into and had to think twice about the end result. I changed the names to protect the innocent, but I think you will get the point.

II. Puberty (the perfect place to start)

Puberty is a transitional stage between childhood and adulthood when secondary sexual changes occur, fertility is achieved and skeletal growth is completed

Breast development, public and auxiliary hair, increase in body fat mass, development of the labia, vagina, uterus and breast ducts, penis, and stimulation of skeletal growth are all signs and symptoms of puberty. Different Temelli Escort girls go through this stage at different points in their life.

This brings me to my first story. Funny? I thought so but of course I didn’t laugh in the face of my patient but in the private quarters of my office, I’m allowed aren’t I?

I met Kaitlyn through a family acquaintance and when she was of age, she came to my practice. Since our first meeting, she had gotten a few years older, and was now nineteen, but I still think she was quite silly to go through this and actually have this happen.

Kate and her then boyfriend were engaging in sexual acts, (as much as you can at, 19) and decided to play with food. (***This brings me to my next Doc’s Note, FOOD BELONGS IN THE KITCHEN and your mouth only! Yeah, we like to play with chocolate sauce, and we buy edible paints, and edible panties, and such, but I think we need to be more careful with our clean up practices ladies!)

Yeah, I have gotten different teens in with pieces of cucumber, banana, hot dogs, kielbasa, carrots, and even celery stuck in their private places, but this one took the cake! (Not literally…)

Lets Talk Fruit, but first, let’s talk smells… (Yeah more literature…)

It is normal for every woman’s vagina to have a unique smell. Becoming familiar with the healthy smell of your vagina can help you determine when there is a problem. Changes in vaginal smell occur throughout the menstrual cycle but can also result from yeast infections, sexually transmitted infections.

With that said, now, let’s talk Cling Peaches!!!

Kat and her boyfriend decided to eat and stick canned cling peaches up her pretty little young vagina. Sounds fun doesn’t it? Loads of fun… until Kat stuck well let’s say four and a half pieces up her hole and only returned on four of them. If that’s not bad enough, she didn’t know that it was up there, (believe it or not) and when she went to have sex about a week later, dear sweet boyfriend wouldn’t enter into the joy of Kat’s world because of the foul stench that emanated from it!

Two days later when I had an open spot to accept Kate into my office, laid back on the exam table with her feet in the stirrups, I proceeded to examine the stench pervading from her pretty pink hot box. Upon sticking my fingers up inside her warm (but quite smelly) vagina, I pulled out a piece of a peach and Kate’s face immediately turned red.

“Well Kaitlyn, the next time you decide to play with your food, either douche thoroughly or make sure you get all of it from inside the folds of your flower.” I said throwing the nasty piece of fruit into the garbage.

Straightening out her denim jean skirt and pulling up her HelloKitty™ panties, Kaitlyn kissed my cheek and thanked me and left the exam room.

~Needless to say, to this day, I still don’t know how she did that, and I still refuse to eat cling peaches!!! (And so does Kat from what I understand!)

III. Masturbation

And two-thirds of women admit to pleasuring themselves three times a week, with women in London finding the time for four sessions every seven days. (And funny, but the ratio of women to men that masturbate with inanimate objects is far greater than you would expect! Partially because we as women have a hole to pleasure when men have a pole that they can play with, and it is sometimes harder to pleasure ourselves as women because of the nerve endings in the vagina.)

With men, of course you know that the ratio and percentile are much, much higher… all the men I know believe in the tacky saying; ‘Once a day keeps the doctor away.’ (Facts and findings prove otherwise but who’s to stop them from pleasuring themselves??)

As a doctor I’ve heard and seen a lot from women as I stated. From hot dogs, to electric toothbrushes, to glass bottles that created too much suction… Some guys do the same; (but for some reason they don’t get as many things stuck…) golf balls, vibrating eggs, and much of the same thing when it comes to sticking things in their asses so they can stimulate the prostate to create a better orgasm. But again, girls, and even grown women though, are none other than relentless! I even had a girl go as far as coming into my office all bruised up because she got off when someone kicked her vagina. (Don’t ask! To each her own…) But none of my patients stick out quite like Chloe when it comes to masturbation.

Chloe was a squirter. For those of you that are clueless, here is a little background info on the female ejaculation.

A woman’s ejaculate is expelled from the urethra, the same place where urine comes out from. Studies have found that the clear liquid is not urine at all, the fluid doesn’t look like urine, doesn’t smell like urine, and it has been proven in many chemical analyses that it Temelli Escort Bayan is not urine. These women produce a small amount of clear fluid which has only trace amounts of uric acid; this indicates the fluid comes through the urethra, but does not come from the bladder.

In essence, the fluid that is expelled from the vagina during an orgasm is the female equivalent to sperm and for those of you that can vouch, it feels SO DAMN GOOD! Although every female has the capability to squirt, not all females master the power to harness this talent and therefore never feel the joy of having an ejaculate orgasm. Sorry ladies! Moving On!

So back to Chloe… the nurse practitioner took Chloe into the exam room and instructed her to do all of the necessary steps to prep her for my entre. She was just here for a routine check up. And at 23, and a single mother to the world’s cutest baby girl, Chloe was normally a healthy girl.

RN Calmer finished taking Chloe’s vitals and asking questions, and left the room for me to take over. I normally pride myself on being rather prompt about getting into the next room because I have a lot of patients that come through my office daily. The patient before Chloe was Autumn, a 7month pregnant and lactating mother-to-be so she had a little extra attention from me. She was normally seen by Dr. Kelly, but he was off on vacation that particular week.

No problem for Chloe though. She was already completely nude under the smock, and her pussy was dripping wet with the anticipation of the awaiting cock that was promised to her after she left the doctors office. She had just finished text messaging her ex-boyfriend Timmy who was just getting out of work and was hot and horny.

Sitting back on the exam table and placing her feet in the stirrups, Clo moved the smock to the side and started rubbing her now swollen pussy lips to try to relieve the sexual tension. Her hard clit was poking its head from the sleeve and making its presence known. A gasp escaped her lips as she took her free hand to her pert breasts as her tiny nipple pointed to the ceiling. She pinched her hard nipples and now frigged her hard clit as she felt the strong orgasm building deep down in the pit of her stomach.

By this time I had finished with Autumn, who was also a struggling 23 year old who hadn’t had sex since she conceived her child because her boyfriend refused to touch her. ‘Pregnant women are fat and disgusting,’ were his words exactly, so Autumn was having a really hard time with her pregnancy and her self image since she was originally 120 pounds and five foot two inches tall and had gained a whopping forty pounds in her pregnancy. I switched paperwork and headed towards the exam room that housed the now sexually frustrated and almost ready to burst Chloe.

~*~

I knocked on the door lightly and proceeded in. Just barely and in the knick of time, Chloe covered herself back up with the paper smock, but as a female, I know the distinct smell of an aroused pussy, and she also gave herself away by wiping her fingers that were glistening with pussy juice on the gown. (Not to mention the sweat beads that lined her forehead.)

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything Clo. But how are you doing ma’am?”

“Fine, Dr. H, how are you?” she huffed out trying to catch her breath.

“I’m well. Would you like to remove the gown completely today or would you just like me to give you your exam around it.” I asked as Chloe’s flushed pale face lost all pigment all together.

“Whatever you’d like Doc.” She managed to choke out.

I gave her a second to calm down and I started by examining her breasts for lumps after I lifted the gown completely over Chloe’s head. I managed to sneak a peak towards her lower abdomen and bright pink pussy lips awaited my touch and I could see the juices that escaped her precious hole. The paper on the exam table was also completely saturated and small streams of juice also glistened on the inside of her thighs.

As I rubbed my gloved hands over Chloe’s breast and groped her furiously, I accidently brushed her left nipple and she inhaled sharply. A sinister idea appeared in my head and I decided to act on it.

Chloe’s precious stomach was rising and falling as she took and expelled breath. Hard nipples sat atop of their mountainous peaks and a very hot, very wet sexy and aroused Chloe was raring and ready to go. I took the exam glove off of my right hand and gently touched her stomach. I slowly ran my hand down her beautiful body and to her dripping pussy. I could feel the steam rising from her body and I couldn’t help but to rub the tiny tuft of red hair that she had carved out in a beautiful landing strip leading to the sweet cherry pie she just had her fingers in. “Please Dr Abby, Make me cum!” she whispered.

Now Escort Temelli completely aroused myself; that was all I had to hear to take things to the next level. I had made a promise to Dr. Kelly and myself that I would never have sex at work, and I wasn’t about to break that pact now, (even though Kelly broke it to me, but I digress…) but I never said I couldn’t get anyone else off.

I rubbed Chloe’s bright red hair and stroked around her clit with my fingertips and played with her beautiful nipple with my left hand. “aw… Abby…” she gasped, “oh my god.”

My pussy was getting wetter by the second and I so wished I didn’t have a patient waiting on me in the next room.

“Abby, please, make me cum… I’m so ready.”

Her juices were already starting to flow back down her legs as her hot pussy self lubricated over and over again. I walked my fingertips down her pussy lips and inserted two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. A chill ran through her body and her back arched to meet the thrust of my fingers. “yes, Abby. Fuck me.” She whispered. “Please fuck me.”

I took my left hand and parted her wet pink pussy lips and dug my right hand in her box over and over. My fingers were so slick with pussy juice and slipping out so I added a third finger. ‘Aah,’ she gasped. “make me cum, make me cum, make me cum!” she demanded.

As fast as my arm could go, I finger fucked Chloe’s tight pink pussy. Sloppy clear juices splashed up my arm and on my Lab Coat, and all over the exam table. “Doctor Abby, oh my god!”

Her body was bucking back and forth on the table, beautiful chest was rising and falling as breath rushed in and out of her lungs. Heart racing at the speed of light, and her eyes were almost glued shut, as she pressed them together.

With tight gripped hands full of the exam paper that lined the padded table, Chloe let it all go. “STOP! Oh my god Stop!”

With tightened stomach muscles and everything she had built up in one massive push, Chloe drenched the exam room. Squirt after beautiful squirt, stream after stream she sprayed lady cum all over the place and shivered in a body numbing orgasm.

I know the patient in the next room heard her if no one else did, because she squealed as her body locked up and she expelled all of her energy in the orgasm that rocked her body.

~*~

I stroked Chloe’s forehead and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she calmed down from the riotous orgasm that had just ravaged her body so fiercely and fanned air across her body to cool her off.

Once we had cleaned up all of the visible puddles of Chloe Juice and she had gotten dressed, Chloe left the office and honestly to this day she has never mentioned that day or the events of it. I don’t think it’s shame since I am her doctor and she has been coming to the office on a regular basis, but I can wager to guess it was just the awkwardness of a her doctor getting her off…

~*~

In all fairness, I think I am done with my part of this story. I have given you my reasons to keep as far away from this profession as you can, and now I think its Kelly’s turn. Until next time, (and there will be a follow up visit to this Doctor’s Appointment…) Keep all of your sexual escapades safe and clean.

_A.N.H. – OBGYN.md

…Now without further ado, Obstetrician, Dr. Marquise M. Kelly, MD.

IV. Pregnancy (by Dr. M.M. Kelly)

Thanks Abby that was a very touching cum evoking story, and now it’s my turn I guess.

I’ll keep it short and sweet, let’s talk about pregnancy. We are all well versed about the penis and the vagina and the horizontal mambo aren’t we? We’re all adults and we all know what happens? Right?

Well here is the definition that the Doctor can give you…

Pregnancy is the carrying of one or more offspring, known as a fetus or embryo, inside the uterus of a female. In a pregnancy, there can be multiple gestations (the process in which one carries more than one offspring), as in the case of twins or triplets.

…Now that we have that covered, let’s go back to my patient, Autumn.

I know that Dr. A. told you about Autumn briefly because she had to give her a six month check up. Auto is, as Dr. A described, about 5’2″ and 124lbs prior to pregnancy. She is a dirty blonde 23year old (now) mother of Nathanial Jackson who was a healthy 6lbs- 4oz, 21″ long. But here in lies our problem and the reason I became a Gynecologist and an Obstetrician! (Just joking)

Autumn came in after she found out she was pregnant for about her 4month check up. She was doing fine and she was showing quite a lot for her size and frame. She was actually looking very healthy and had that motherly glow that all pregnant women seem to have. She was naturally beautiful without a lot of make up, and had a great smile.

When she came in that day, she had just been coming for a scheduled check up. I checked her vitals, made sure she was alright, and regular. I checked the baby’s pulse and movement via a sonogram. And the whole nine yards. It seemed like it was going to be a regular visit until such time as it was for her to leave.

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