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Berkant annesinin amına sikini yerleştirip sokmaya başladı, Esma hafif, hafif inliyor, Berkant git gellerini hızlandırıyordu. Ferhat Berkant’ın solunda, ben sağında, Mete ise kadının yanında kameraya çekiyordu görüntüleri. Berkant iyice hızlandı, annesinin bacaklarından tutup kaldırdı, o şekilde sikerken annesi;

-Oh Ferhat harikasın durma daha sert, daha sert

İnlemeleri artmıştı, Ben annesinin sesini tanıyacak gözlerini açacak diye beklerken, Ferhat hiç oralı bile olmadı, sanki bir makine gibi sikiyordu annesinin amını. Yaklaşık yarım saat böyle geçti

Esma;

-Ferhat gözlerimi aç aşkım başım dönüyor, pozisyon değiştirelim.

Ferhat telaşlı bir surat ifadesi ile yüzüme bakıyordu. Berkant’ın kolundan asıldım çıktı annesinin amından. Ağzını bağladığım çaputu çıkarttı;

-Dur amına koyayım yeni başladık…

Esma;

-Ferhat ne oluyor? Bu ses kimin çabuk gözlerimi aç Ferhat…

Ferhat sıçtık amına koyayım dercesine yüzüme bakıyordu.

-Aç amına koyduğumun karısının gözünü…

Berkant’ı kolundan tutup annesinin amına getirdim yine, Berkant elleriyle kadının bacaklarını arayıp buldu, bacaklarını tutup kaldırdı, sikini amına hizalayıp sokmaya başladı.

-Ferhat aç çabuk gözümü ne oluyor kim var odada?

Ferhat elini kadının gözlerine attı, bana bakıyordu. Aç diye işaret ettim. Berkant kendini kaptırmış, hiç umurunda değil sikmeye devam ediyordu. Berkant’ın gözlerini açtım. Gözlerini kamaştırıyor, sikmeye devam ediyordu daha sonra kadının yüzüne baktı ve dondu kaldı siki annesinin amının içindeydi. Esma gözlerini açtığında oda da dört erkek vardı, buna şaşırmadı, oğlunun siki amının içindeydi gözleri yuvadan fırlayacak gibi Berkant’ın yüzüne bakarak;

-Berkant? Oğlum?

Kekeleyerek konuşuyor, ikisi de şokun etkisinde yüzlerine bakıyordu. Berkant’ın sırtına vurdum.

-Siksene oğlum, ne bekliyorsun? Dalyan gibi oğlu var, başka erkeklere siktiriyor, oda yetmiyor, anneni başkası sikiyor, baban 31 çekiyor, evde senin gibi oğlu varken yarrak arıyor orospu sik lan annenin amını. Sen sikemeyip, millet siktikten sonra ne anlamı kaldı? Sikmiyor musun anneni kaçıl amına koyduğum.
Berkant’ın omzundan tutup çektim kenarıya, pantolonumu sıyırdım, sikimi kadının amına hizalayıp sokmaya başladım. Esma hala şoktaydı bir dakika kadar amına gidip gelmeye başlayınca;

Esma;

-Siz ne yaptığınızı sanıyorsunuz?

Çığlık atmaya başladı. Elimle ağzını kapattım, amını sikmeye devam ediyordum;

-Şşştt sakin ol orospu, oğlun yaşındaki erkeklerin yarrağını yerken sorun yok, amından çıkarttığın oğlun bu amı sikerken mi çığlık atıyorsun? Onun hakkı yok mu amını sikmeye?

Berkant şok içerisinde annesini sikmemi izliyordu,

-Ne o sustun? Ferhat’ın yada başkasının yarrağı tatlı mı geliyor orospu? Oğlunun yarrağını yerken de inliyordun?

Berkant omzumdan tutup ittirdi beni, kadının amından çıkıp yalpaladım. Pantolonumu yukarıya çekiyordum. Berkant annesinin suratına doğru gitti, saçlarından tutup yüzüne hafif bir tokat attı

Berkant;

-Yala orospu…

Esma Berkant’ın yüzüne bakıyordu

Esma;

-Oğlum delirdin mi sen? Annenim senin çözün ellerimi yoksa çok kötü olacak…

Berkant;

-Ne yapacaksın? Ferhat’ın yarrağını yemeye devam mı edeceksin orospu? Kuzey haklı, ben varken millet neden sikiyor seni? Aç ağzını yala sikimi

Zorla annesini ağzına sikini sokmaya çalışıyor, esma ağzını açmıyor kapatıyordu, Berkant bu sefer gerçek tokat attı annesine;

-Aç dedim orospu, seversin yarrak yalamayı? Babam da seviyor değil mi? Seni siken erkeklerin siki amındayken, ağzına almıyor mu?

Biz bu konuşmaları dinliyorduk. Esma hiç ağlamıyor aksine oğlunun yüzüne bakıyordu Berkant konuşmaya devam etti;

-Annemin amını sikerken de inliyordun seviyorsun değil mi orospuluk yapmayı? Yarrak yemeyi? Hadi al ağzına kaldır sikimi amını sikip doyurayım seni.

Esma ağzını hafifçe araladı, şaşkın gözlerle oğluna bakıyor, oğlu annesinin ağzını sikiyordu,

Berkant;

-Ferhat durma abi orada geç sik orospunun amını sever o grup seks yapmayı
Ferhat şaşkın gözlerle bana bakıyordu. Esmanın amına geçip sikini soktu,

Berkant;

-İzlemesenize amına koyayım gelin katılın, yalayın şunun memelerini. Mete gel şuraya ver kamerayı Kuzey’e

Mete yatağın yanına gitti.

Berkant;

-Çöz orospunun ellerini sikimi eline alarak yalasın.

Mete kadının ellerini çözdü, Esma hayır diyerek itiyordu oğlunu, Berkant annesinin saçlarından tutup kavradı.

Berkant;

-Aç ağzını orospum kaldır sikimi, evde inlerken kaldırıyordun, şimdi ağzına alarak kaldır hadi.

Esma ağzını açtı Berkant tekrar sikmeye başladı annnesinin ağzını. Ferhat ise amını sikiyor, hızlı hızlı git gel yapıyordu. Artık esma inlemeye başlamış, ama çok kısık sesle hafifçe inliyordu.

Berkant;

-Hoşuna gitti demi orospu, oğlunun yarrağı nasıl güzel mi?

Esma konuşmuyor sadece oğlunun yarrağını yalıyordu. Berkant kadının ağzından çıkarttı sikini, amına doğru geçti, Mete memelerini emiyordu, Ferhat baş ucuna gidip ağzına verdi kadının. Esma artık alışmaya başlamıştı, şoku atlatmış üzerinden Ferhat’ın sikini yalamaya başladı, Berkant sikini annesinin amına sokmuş bacaklarını beline atmış, sikiyordu, esmanın inlemeleri git gide arttı. Ferhat’ın sikini ağzından çıkarttı, yatakta ayağa kalkıp doğruldu. Biz onu izliyorduk Berkant’a öyle bir tokat attı ki Berkant deliye dönmüştü. Annesinin saçlarından tutup yüzüne tükürdü;

-Ne oldu orospu? Hatırlıyor musun anne? 1 hafta önce yatak odasında benim yaşlarımda çocukla sikişiyordun, oğlun nerede? Nerede o orospu çocuğu seni izleyip zevk alıyor mu? seni izleyip 31 çekiyor mu? senin oğlun olsam sana başka yarrak aratmam ben sikerdim her gece demiyor muydu? Artık söyle ona onun yarrağını değil oğlunun yarrağını yiyeceksin, hem benim sikim onunkinden büyük bak hissettireceğim sana.

Saçlarından tutup fırlattı yatağa kadın yüz üstü yatmıştı yastığa kafasını gömdü, Berkant belinden tutup kaldırdı, domalttı annesini, amını öyle bir yalıyordu ki hiç am görmemiş gibi

Berkant;

-Ferhat ver ağzına boş kalmasın çok sever birisi amını götünü sikerken yarrak yalamayı

Ferhat kadının yüzünden tutup sikini suratına getirdi, kadın ağzını açmıyordu. Ferhat sikinin dudaklarına sürüyordu, esma ağzını aralayıp almaya, yalamaya başladı. Mete pantolonunu çıkartıp oda kalkmış sikini Esma’nın ağzına dayadı. Esma sırayla yalıyordu yarraklarını, Berkant götünü aralamış annesinin götünü sikiyor, sırtına, kalçalarına tokatlar atıyordu ben ise tüm bu olanları kamera ile kayıt ediyordum.
Bu şekil de devam ettikten sonra Berkant tüm dölleri annesinin amına akıtmıştı, Ferhat geçti götünden sikmeye başladı kadını, Mete ağzına veriyordu. Berkant köşeye geçip çömeldi, ağlıyordu. Yanına gidip elini omzuna attım;

-Kalk salona gidelim içelim biraz.

Ağlayarak pantolonunu yerden aldı, annesine baktı, Esma Ferhat ile Mete’nin arasında tost olmuş sikiliyordu. Yanına gittim;

-Gel Berkant

Pantolonunu giydi, annesine bakıp ağlıyordu, kolundan tuttum salona indirdim. İki bardak içki koydum yanına oturdum sırtına elimi attım;

-Neden ağlıyorsun oğlum la?

-Ben lise 1’e gidiyordum o zamanlar, anneme hiç bu gözle bakmadım, çok düşkündüm. Bizim şirkette müdür olan bir adam vardı, annemden yaklaşık 8 yaş küçük bir adam, okuldan eve geldim halı sahaya gidecektik, içeriye girdim annemin işte olduğunu düşünüyordum. İçeriden inleme seslerini duydum, yatak odasının kapısını açtığımda adamın annemi siktiğini gördüm. Kuzey dünya başıma yıkıldı sandım. Anne? Diyebildim sadece. Çığlık attı, çık dışarıya orospu çocuğu, hayvan saydırmaya başladı, ben kapıda duruyordum. Adam annemin üstünden kalkıp yanıma geldi, adamın yüzüne bakıyordum, bir tokat attı, kolumdan tutup attı beni dışarıya, sokağa çıktım salak salak dolaşıyordum. Akşam babama söyleyecektim bu durumu. Eve tekrar gittim, annem yatak odasında babamla konuşuyordu;
“Berkant gördü bizi, evet bilmiyorum tokat attı ona, tamam ben şimdi Halil’lere gidiyorum akşam geleceksin değil mi? Karısı da orada olacakmış, tamam görüşürüz” apar topar çıktım. Hüngür hüngür ağlıyordum sokakta, babamda biliyor bir şey demiyordu, hatta birlikte gidiyorlardı sikişmeye. O günden sonra anneme bakışım değişti, anne oğul gibi olamadık. Evde istemiyorlardı zaten beni, her gece sabahlara kadar barlarda geziyordum, evde alem yapıyorlardı, bir keresinde eve gittim kafam güzel, annem odasında sikişiyor, babam adamın sikini ağzına alıyordu…

Sözünü kestim.

-Tamam yeter amına koyayım, insan ailesini seçemiyor, sen bunca zaman neden sikmedin anneni de hayat kadınlarına taktın oğlum kafayı?

-Anneme olan öfkemi onlardan çıkartıyordum, annemi nasıl sikmek istiyor, nasıl onun canını yakmak istiyorsam, hayat kadınlarına yapıyordum.

-Berkant? Çık yukarı amına koy annenin, çocuk gibi ağlama, o yediğin tokatı bir daha at orospu annene, ruhu orospu kadının, bundan sonra sike sike köpeğin yap onu.

Berkant içkisini kafasına dikip yukarıya koştu. Peşinden gittim, Ferhat ile Mete kadını sikmeye devam ediyordu. Seslendim;

-Beyler hadi yeter gidiyoruz…

Mete;

-Dur amına koyayım boşalalım…

-Beyler hadi…
Berkant üzerini soyundu, annesini tokatlamaya başladı, Ferhat ile Mete giyiniyordu, Berkant hem annesini sikiyor hem de dövüyordu, kadın çığlıklar atıyor, üzerinden Berkant’ı atmaya çalışıyordu. Ferhat ile Mete giyindi kapıya yanıma geldiler;

-Oğlum kadına zarar vermesin?
-Hayır, köpeğini eğitiyor. Hadi çıkıp içelim…

Kapıyı üzerlerine kapattım. Çıktık evden

Ferhat;

-Kendi evimden kendim çıkıyorum amına koyayım bunlara tahsis ettik.
-Anlatırım beyler, adam aile dramı yaşamış amına koyayım.

Mete;

-Kadın tam orospu ya… Ferhat? Duydun demi abi nasıl sayıklıyor? Ailecek deli galiba bunlar…

Ferhat;

-Aynen, Berkant’ı bile sayıkladı biz onu sikerken

Ben;

-Ne diye sayıkladı?

Mete;

-Annenin amını siksene Berkant, hadi uykumda gel yala amımı bir dünya şey

Ben;

-Orospu hem kendi oğlunu istiyor, hem çocuğa neyse ya hadi araba nerede?

Mete;

-İleride köşeye park ettim

Ferhat;

-Kalsın senin araba benimkiyle gidelim

Ben;

-Yok sen anahtarı üstüne Bırak, Berkant alsın senin arabayı, yarın getirir.

Ferhat;

-İyi madem hadi o zaman…

Arabaya bindik gidiyorduk;

Ferhat;

-Oğlum geri mi dönsek? Kadına zarar verir diye korkuyorum!

Ben;

-Kadına zarar verecek olsa çoktan verirdi. Düşünsene amına koyayım, anneni başka bir erkekle yatakta basıyorsun, annen sana çık orospu çocuğu diyor, sikiştiği adamdan tokat yiyip kapı önüne koyuluyorsun. Eve gidiyorsun annen babanla konuşuyor, grup seks için randevulaşıyor, ve bunların hepsi aynı günde oluyor, 4 sene önce oluyor bunlar. Sen 4 sene de ne kadar kinlenir, neler yaparsın kadına…

Mete;

-Abi çok kötü ya, hayır ensest olan insanları şimdi anlıyorum böyle böyle oluyorlar demek…

Ferhat;

-Oğlum adam annesini orospu gibi sikti lan.

Ben;

-Siker tabi moruk, ben zamanında dedim, “Berkant’ın annesi gibi annem olsa zaten yan gözle bakardım, ama bu durumda olsa sabah akşam babamın gözü önünde sikerdim” Berkant neden bekledi acaba bu zamana kadar.

Ferhat;

-Ben yüz ifadesine şaşırdım, dondu kaldı ya, sen konuştun onunla, Esma’yı sikmeye başladın tuttu attı kenarıya seni, sikmeye başladı annesini.

Ben;

-Psikopat amına koyayım. Yıllardır bu anı bekliyormuş. Salonda konuştuk. Kendini ezdirme git sike sike adam et o sana tapsın dedim.

Mete;

-Vay be adam annesiyle sikişiyor. Nasıl bir gece bu amına koyayım…

Saat gece 3 olmuş, bara gelmiştik. Aklımda yengem vardı, acaba hastane de iyimiydi, babamda aramamış. Geçip oturduk köşeye çocuklarla, konuşuyor içiyorduk

Sabahın 6’sına kadar içtik eğlendik, konuştuk Berkant arıyordu.

-Alo kanka
-Söyle adamım.
-Ferhat’ın arabasını aldım şu sürtüğü eve bırakacam, sabah okula getiririm arabayı.
-Tamamdır dostum bir sorun yok değil mi?
-Her şey yolunda, okulda konuşuruz, görüşürüz dostum
-Tamam bro by.

Telefonu kapatıp cebime koydum.

Ferhat;

-Sabah okul abi benim uykum yok gitmeyelim eve

Mete;

-Aynen abi direk okula geçeriz.

Ben

-O zaman hadi kumsala…

Kumsala gidip oturduk, uzandık, konuştuk. Ben eve gidip şort aldım geldim. Şortlarını giydiler soğuk suya girdik, denizde biraz yüzdük ayılmak için. Saat 7 olmuştu. Şortu çıkarttılar üzerini giyindiler;

Ferhat;

-Mete gel abi eve gidip formaları giyelim Müdüre tatava yapmasın yine

Mete;

-Kuzey görüşürüz okulda…

Ben;

-Tamam kanka.

Ben biraz daha yüzdüm, çıktım kumsala, kıyafetlerimi aldım eve gidiyordum. Cep telefonum çaldı. Arayan babamdı;

-Alo paşam?
-Baba yengem nasıl?
-İyi paşam iyi, ben müdüre hanımı arayacam direk hastaneye gelsene, hem ifade vermen lazımmış, hem yengen seni görmek istiyor.
-Hemen geliyorum baba.

Koşarak eve gittim, duşa girdim çıktım. Giyindim tam kapıdan çıktım Aysel yengem karşımdaydı;

-Kuzum ne bu acele okula mı?
-Hayır yenge hastaneye, sizin bir şeye ihtiyacınız var mı?

Güven abi geldi yanımıza;

-Yok kardeşim, bırakayım istersen seni hastaneye?
-Araba var abi giderim sen yengemle burada kal, o şerefsiz gelir falan, evde bulun.
-Tamam kardeşim. Selam söyle ablama.

Kapıdan çıktım arabama bindim, Hastaneye gidiyordum telefonum çalıyordu İlayda arıyordu;

-Aşkım neredesin gelmedin yine beni almaya?
-Bebeğim yoldayım, hastaneye gidiyorum sen git okula bizim çocuklara da söyle gelmeyecem bugün.
-Bir sorun yok değil mi?
-Yok canım ararım seni hadi öptüm.

Esir aldı amına koyayım her sabah diyordum içimden. Artık sıkılmaya başladım İlayda’dan neyse Üniversiteye gidince koyarsın götüne diye telkin ediyordum kendimi. Hastaneye girdim. Babam kapıda beni bekliyordu. Yanıma polisler geldi birkaç soru sordu, dayım ayılmamış henüz, yatıyormuş hala, sen mi bu hale getirdin vs. dedim aile kavgası yengem anlatmış zaten herşeyi polislere. Polislerde ifademi alıp gittiler. Hemen yengemin odasına koştum açtım kapıyı girdim. Yanında annem oturuyordu. Ben girince çıktı odadan kapattı kapıyı, yengemin yanına gidip oturdum ellerini tuttum.

-Yengem, canım, bir tanem iyi misin?

Yüzüne eğilip alnından öptüm.

Hafifçe ağlıyordu, kollarını açıp sarıldı. İyice sokuldum bende ona.

-İyiyim canım, sen nasılsın? Bir yerine bir şey oldu mu bakayım eline?

Elimi tutmuş bakıyordu, canım acımıyor ama elim şişmişti.

-Elin şişmiş, doktora göster istersen.
-Canım yanmıyor, çok özledim seni

Ağlıyordum, iyice sarıldım ona kokusunu içime çekiyordum.

-Ne zaman gideceğiz eve?
-Akşama taburcu edecekler, sadece hareket edemeyeceğim biraz.
-Oturabiliyor musun?
-Evet, sadece acı giriyor fazla yüklenemiyorum, yürürken acıyor.
-Canım benim

Sımsıkı sarıldım geçtim yanına oturdum annem geldi odaya;

-Anne yengeme iyi baktın mı? Yenge güzel baktı mı sana?
-Deli ya baktı tabi sağ olsun.

Annem;

-Eeşşeğe bak eşşeğe, bakmayacam mı ben kızıma?
-Bakacan tabi, ha anne kardeşin nerede?
-Boyu devrilsin şerefsizin yok öyle kardeşim benim.
-İyi de nerede?
-Burnu, eli kırılmış, ön dişleri dökülmüş tedavi ediyorlar, ameliyat oldu ama burnu yamuk kalacakmış.
-Beter olsun.

Yengemin yüzü gülüyordu, çorba içiriyordu annem.

-Afiyet olsun yenge bundan sonra sıvı mı içeceksin böyle?
-Bir zaman sıvı canım.
-Anladım.

Telefonum çalıyor Berkant arıyordu;

-Alo kardo neredesin?
-İşim var kanka hayırdır?
-Acil bilmem ne kafeye gel, annem ile seni orada bekliyoruz.
-Hemen geliyorum.

Yengemin yanaklarından öptüm, annemi de öptüm

-Ben kaçıyorum bir isteğiniz var mı?
-Yok canım,
-Oğlum eve hazır birşeyler söyleseydin uğraşmasın Aysel yengen
-Tamam anne hadi görüşürüz.

Hastaneden çıktım, Berkant annesi ile benimle ne konuşacak amına koyayım? Diye düşünüyordum. İlayda’yı aradım.

-Alo aşkım ne yapıyorsun?
-Haftaya çok önemli sınavımız var ona hazırlanıyorum, Kuzey bak Üniversite sınavına az bir süre kaldı, lütfen sende işlerden başını kaldır çalışmaya başla, aynı bölümde okumak istiyorum seninle.
-Tamam, yavrum halledeceğim o meseleyi kapatıyorum. İyi çalışmalar
-Sağ ol canım. Öptüm

Kafeye geçtim, Berkant uzaktan el ediyor, masasına çağırıyordu. Geçip oturdum, tokalaştık,

Berkant;

-Kanka ne içersin?
-Bir türk kahvesi alırım.

Sigaramı çıkartıp yaktım.

-Ne konuşacaksınız benimle Esma hanım?

Esma kahvesini yudumladı, sigarasını çıkartıp yaktı. Bir duman aldı ve;

-Sana dünün hesabını sormayacağım, sadece merak ediyorum da; “neden Berkant ile beni birlikte olmak için böyle bir oyun oynadınız?”

Sigaramı içmeye devam ediyordum;

-Ben Berkant’tan intikam almak için seni ona yaptırma düşüncesi ile böyle bir fikir attım ortaya, ama sen yukarıda bizim çocuklarla olurken, oturup Berkant ile konuşunca tüm fikrim değişti. Sen nasıl bir kadınsın? Nasıl bir annesin ya? Tamam cinsel dürtülere engel konulamaz, biliyorum ama bu kadar sapık ruhlu bir kadınsın, neden oğlunu bir engel gibi gördün önünde? O adamın oğluna vurmasına,
Zevkin için oğlunu evden kovmaya nasıl cürret ettin?

-Hiçbir şey bildiğin yok. Berkant üstü kapalı anlatmış olayları sana. Sende kafanda yazıp, çizip Berkant’ı üzerime saldın o gece.

-Nasıldı? Hakkını veriyor değil mi? Başkasına vermene değdi mi bunca zaman kendi oğlun varken?

Esma gülüyordu;

-Bana sapık ruhlu diyene de bak. Başkası için bu olay yanlış olabilir, ama bizim için normal, ben sadece Berkant’ın bana bu gözle baktığını bilmiyordum, bilsem zaten ona da verir, mutlu olmasını, psikolojisinin bu denli bozulmasını istemezdim.

-Kocan?

Berkant;

-Dün Mete bana mail ile tüm videoları gönderdi, annem babamı çağırdı, salonda tv de izledik hep beraber

Ben;

-Nasıl hoşuna gitti mi peki?

Esma;

-Bayıldı, bu zamana kadar hiçbir olay bu kadar zevk vermemiş kendisine, o gece üçlü yaptık.

Ben gülüyordum bu konuşulanlar karşısında, nasıl aileler var amına koyayım diyordum içimden.

Ben;

-Peki sevindim, alan memnun veren memnun peki beni neden çağırdınız buraya?

Esma;

-Haftaya önemli deneme sınavınız var bunu biliyorum, bu sınavdan sonra bir parti vermek istiyorum. Teknede denizin ortasında. Seni ve arkadaşlarını da aramızda görmek istiyorum.

Elini bacaklarımın üzerine attı;

-Sonuçta dün gece sen bir şey yapamadan Berkant girdi araya

Ben;

-Bir dakika anlamadım, şimdi kocan, ben, Ferhat, Mete, ve oğlun bir teknede grup mu yapacağız?

Esma;

-Kendi yakın arkadaşlarımdan kadın olanları da çağıracağım, tabi olgun olmaları sorun olmazsa, eşleri de gelecek. Onlar sadece izleyici.

Ben;

-Tekne hepimizi taşıyacak mı?

Esma;

-Taşır, merak etme sen tamam diyor musun? Arkadaşlarını ayarlayacak mısın? Onu söyle bana.

Ben;

-Konuşmam lazım. Berkant akşam Ferhat’ın yazlığına gidip konuşalım birlikte.

Berkant;

-Olur.

Berkant annesinin omzuna elini atmış öpüyordu.

Ben;

-O zaman akşama görüşürüz ben çocukları toplayayım.

Şaşırmıştım, çok sapık ruhlu bir aileydi, ve fazlası da vardı anlaşılan. Eve gidip duş alacaktım. Ama yemek söylemedim ben eve? Hemen Aysel yengemi aradım.

-Alo yenge ya yemek yaptın mı hazır birşeyler yaptırayım mı?
-Yok kuzum yedik biz, sana da ayırdım yemek yaptım ben.
-Oh iyi yenge
-Aç kalmayız len korkma, bak hele ne diyecem sana.
-Buyur yenge ne diyecen?
-Güven abin Veysel abin ile köye gitti, evde çocuklarla oturuyorum baya da sıkıldım. Baban ve Annen geliyormuş, hani diyorum çocuklara onlar baksa da biz seninle bir denize mi gitsek kuzum?
-Olur yenge ama akşama çıkmam lazım.
-Akşama kalmayız bir suya sok çıkar beni.
-Sadece suya mı sokayım? Başka bir şeyde sokayım mı?

Gülüyordu;

-Denize gidince sokarsın.
-Hazırlan o zaman gelmek üzereyim.
-Tamam, anangil gelir birazdan hazırım zaten.
-Tamam yavrum.

Telefonu kapatıp arabamı sürüyordum. Ama oda ne? Sağda duran kafede oturanlar Merve ile Nur değil mi?

Merve ile Nur’u tanımayanlar. 8. Bölümü okuyabilir 🙂

Aynen onlar arabayı durdurdum hemen gittim yanlarına;

-Ooo kimleri görüyorum.

Merve;

-Kuzey! Nereden çıktın sen?

Boynuma sarılmıştı,

-Kızım eve gidiyordum, yolda gördüm sizi, Nur? Bir hoş geldin yok mu?

Nur;

-Hoş geldin.

Yüzüme baktı ve sarıldı

-Dur kızım yavaş ne oluyor?

Nur;

-Kuzey hastane önünde söylediklerim için çok özür dilerim, numaranı kaybettim ulaşamadım sana. Affet beni inan o sözleri hak eden birisi değilsin sen

-Salla kızım ya unuttum bile. Ne yapıyorsunuz? Nasılsınız?

Sandalyeyi çektim oturdum yanlarına

Merve;

-Aynı be
-Nasıl aynı? Parçalamaya devam mı ediyorlar?

Gülüyordum. Omzuma vurdu

-Hayır be, elletmiyorum oramı.
-Aferin bak akıllanmışsın.
-Sen ne yapıyorsun Nur?
-İşler kesat, boş boş oturuyoruz öyle.
-Hadi ya. Ne diyeceğim haftaya bir teknede parti var, grup olacak evli çiftler vs. gelmek ister misiniz?

Merve;

-Cidden mi? Gidelim nur. Boş boş oturmaktansa değişik bir ortam görürüz.

Nur;

-Bilmem ki. Kuzey sakatlık çıkmaz değil mi?
-Korkma ben varım. Benim olduğum yerde yanlış olmaz. Gelecek misiniz?

Merve;

-Ben okeyim

Nur;

-Bende tamam geliriz numaranı verde kayıt edeyim.

Numaralarımızı verdik bir birimize.

-Ben şimdi eve gitmek zorundayım. Akşama işiniz yoksa, bara gideceğiz bizim ekiple, gelin

Merve;

-O ekipte Berkant ayısı varsa ben yokum
-Korkma Berkant bundan sonra dönüp bakmaz bile sana
-Aaa lafa bak ya ne oldu lan pörsüdüm mü? Çirkinleştim mi?
-Hayır yavrum ya başka manita buldu akşam anlatırım işte ararım sizi alırım.
-Tamam

Öptüm yanaklarından arabama geçip eve gittim. Annemler eve gelmişti. Annemin yanına gittim;

-Hani yengem akşama taburcu olacaktı? O neden gelmedi?
-Oğlum kanaması oldu, gece de tutacaklarmış hastanede. Sizin burada artık işiniz yok sabah gelin dediler gönderdiler bizi.
-Kötü bir şey yok değil mi? Gidiyorum ben hastaneye.

Babam seslendi;

-Paşam almıyorlar içeriye, gitme boşuna sabah gidip alıp geleceğiz zaten.

Aysel yengem geldi elinde ufak bir çantayla;

-Kuzum nereye hani denize gidiyorduk?
-He o var demi, tamam hadi gidelim.

Yengemle kapıdan çıktık, saat henüz akşam 5 sularıydı. Bagaja çantayı koyup bindik arabaya, yengem altına eşofman, üstüne askılı giymişti, içinde sutyen yok. Meme uçları bana bakıyordu, denize gittiğimiz için sanırım rahat giyinmişti.

-Ne güzel kız bacakların öyle süt gibi hiç yanmadın mı sen?
-Nerede yanayım yavrum? Yanan yerim başka biliyorsun hahaha…

Elimi bacaklarına atıp okşuyordum.

-Sabır et denizde sürprizim var sana.
-Hadi bakalım neymiş o sürpriz.
-Söylemem gidince görürsün.

Özge yengemi götürdüğüm kumsala götürdüm Aysel yengemi de. Arabadan indik çantayı elime aldım. Kabine götürüp üstünü değiştirmesi için çantayı eline verdim.

-Kuzey hazır mısın?
-Ne için?
-Geliyorum bak…
Yengem altlı, üstlü bikini giymişti, vücudu o kadar seksi gözüküyordu ki saldırıp yalamak istiyordum o güzel vücudunu,

-Nasıl olmuşum?
-Yenge sen köye gitme buraya taşının.
-Hahah neden kuzum?
-Sen bu vücudu o şalvarın içinde saklıyorsun, ayıp ya.
-Beğendin mi?
-Bayıldım.

Beline sarılıp vücudunu okşadım, boynunu, omuzlarını öptüm. Kollarımdan sıyrılıp suya koştu.

Bende arkasından koşuyordum, suyun içine girdi, fazla ilerlemiyordu.

-Yenge ileriye gidelim.
-Yüzme bilmem ki ben.
-Gel ben tutarım seni korkma.

O güzel vücudunu kollarımın arasına aldım, korkuyor boynuma daha çok sarılıyor, memeleri kollarıma temas ediyordu. O güzel kokusuna dayanamadım dudaklarını öpmeye başladım. Karşılık veriyordu. Kucağıma aldım suyun içinde ilerledik ayaklarımız yerden kesilene kadar. Kucağımdan indirdiğimde su boyunu geçiyordu, kollarımı tutuyor, kendini gevşek bırakmasını söylüyordum bacaklarını belime doladı. Boynuma sarıldı, dudaklarımı öpmeye başladı. Kalçalarını tutup kavradım, bikinisini sıyırıp amını okşuyordum parmaklarım ile, irkildi.

-Ayaklarımız yere değsin, kollarımı senden çekip sikini avuçlayamıyorum.

Ayaklarımız kuma basacak şekilde geriye geldik biraz, ayakları yere değiyordu, şortun içinden sikimi okşamaya başladı. Bende bikini içinden amını parmaklıyor öpüşüyorduk. Bikinisini iyice sıyırdım. Şortumu sıyırıp sikimi çıkarttı, kucağıma iyice çıkıp eliyle sikimi amına sokmaya çalışıyordu. Belinden tuttum, elime sikimi alıp suyun altında amına soktum kısık sesle;

-Ahh çok güzel

Diye inledi, suyun altında hafif git gel yapıyordum sikimi içinde ama rahat olmuyordu tabii, sikim içinde, kucağımda hafifçe zıplıyor, “ohh” diyordu. İyice azmıştım. Amından sikimi çıkarttım. Kucağımda suyun içinden çıkardım yengemi. Bikini ile kumsalda arabama doğru ilerledik,

-Nereye gidiyoruz kuzum?
-Suyun altında sikemiyorum rahat seni, güzel bir yere.

Gülüyordu. Arabaya bindik, ormanlık tepe bir yere götürdüm yengemi, arabayı tenha bir yere çektim. Yengemin oturduğu koltuğu arkaya doğru yatırdım. Yengem sırt üstü uzanıyordu. Arabadan indim, yanına gidip kapıyı açtım. İçeriye girdim, üstüne çıkıp sevişmeye başladım,

Yengemin memelerini öpüyor, amına sokuyordum.

-Çok mu özledin yarrağımı

İnliyordu kısık sesle;

-Evet, parçala yengenin amını hadi sok köküne kadar

Belimden ayaklarıyla kendine çekiyordu. Bu şekilde bir zaman siktikten sonra kucağıma aldım. Ben sırt üstü uzanıyordum. Kucağıma çıkıp saçlarını geriye attı, sikimin üstünde zıplıyor;

-Oh sik yengeni, sok hadi nasıl kayıyor bak içimde sulandı amım sana. Diyor daha sert sikmem için tahrik ediyordu. Sırtım ağrımıştı. Kapıyı açıp, çıktım. Yengemi içeride domalttım, götüne dil atıyor, göt deliğini yalıyordum.

-Oh harikasın kuzum sik o deliği, sok hadi sikini

Götünü sallıyordu. Elime tükürüp, sikimi ıslattım. Göt deliğine dayadım. Hızlı hızlı sokup çıkartmaya başladım. Yengem artık kendinden geçmiş eliyle amını okşuyordu.

-Ne oldu tek yarrak yetmiyor mu amını parmaklıyorsun?
-Yetiyor kuzum, amım yanıyo.

Götünden çıkartıp amına sokmaya başladım, amını siktikten sonra tekrar götünü sikmeye başladım, sıra sıra sokup çıkartıyor inletiyordum Aysel yengemi.

-Oh kuzey ağzıma akıt hepsini, yalayıp yutmak istiyorum.

Domaldığı yerden kalktı, önümde çömeldi. İştahlı bir şekilde sikimi yalıyor, usta porno yıldızları gibi 31 çekerek ağzına alıp çıkartıyor, sikimin kafasında dilini gezdiriyor, boğazına kadar alıp çıkartıyordu. Saçlarından tuttum, sikimi alabildiğince boğazına ittirdim. Yengemin ağzına akıtıyordum tüm döllerimi, boğulacak gibi ses çıkartıyordu. Ben ağzına boşalırken ellerimi tuttu çekmemi istiyordu. Çektim ellerini kafasından. Ağzına boşalırken sikimi ağzında sokup çıkartıyor, okşuyordu. Tüm dölleri ağzına aldı, birazını tükürdü, sonra sikimi tekrar ağzına götürdü. Kalan spermlerimi de yalayıp temizledi.

-Oh ne tatlı.
-Güzel miydi?
-Harika, yengenin ağzını döllemedim demezsin artık.

Taşşakları mı ağzına alıp emiyordu. Telefonum çalmaya başladı. Saat 7 olmuş, bizim çocuklar arıyordu. Kapattım telefonu.

Yengemin ağzından sikimi çıkarttım;

-Hadi gidelim.
-Biraz amımı yala gideriz.

Arabanın koltuğuna oturdu. Kalçasını kapıdan çıkartıp bacaklarını ayırdı. Doymuyordu ateşli orospum. Kafamı amına yumdum yalıyordum zevkten saçlarımı çekiyor, kafamı bastırıyordu. Amını güzelce yaladıktan sonra, elimi amına götürdüm hızlı bir şekilde parmaklamaya başladım. Yengem hafif hafif çığlık atmaya başladı.

-Kuzey işicem kuzey ohh durma kuzey

Yengem böyle inledikçe daha hızlı parmaklamaya başladım. İşemeye başladı, volkan gibi işiyordu, üzerime akıttı tüm çişini. Kafasını geriye atıp inliyordu. Amına yumuldum, tüm sularını yalayıp yuttum.

-Rahatladın mı?
-Oh çok güzeldi hem de nasıl. Hadi gidebiliriz.

Saat 7,30 olmuştu hızlı bir şekilde ve gidip duşa attım kendimi. Yengem arabada giyinmişti. Duşa girdim yıkandım saat 8 olmuş telefonum çalıyordu arayan Berkant’tı.

-Hadi amına koyayım ağaç olduk.
-Tamam siz içkileri söyleyin kızları alıp gelecem 2 tane daha kız bul oradan.
-O kolay amına koyayım hadi gel.

Hemen evden çıktım;

-Ben kaçtım! Diye seslendim eve.

Arabaya bindim. Merve’yi arıyordum;

-Nerdesiniz?
-Barlar sokağında dolaşıyoruz.
-Bilmem ne barına geçin o zaman yoldayım geliyorum. Bizim çocuklar orada.
-Yok sen gel birlikte gireriz.
-Peki madem…

Özge yengemi aradım;

-Alo sarı papatyam nasılsın?
-İyiyim canım, sıkıldım sadece burada oturmaktan.
-Sen bir iyileşte oturtmayacam ben seni.
-İyileşirim. Sende çok dağıtma bekle beni.
-Bekliyorum zaten. Bak ne diyeceğim sana telefonda olmaz ama dayıma bir şey yapmak istiyorum yardımcı olur musun bana?
-Daha ne yapacaksın adama kuzey bırak allah aşkına ne hali varsa görsün.
-Hayır seni onun gözleri önünde siktiğimi görmesini istiyorum…

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He likes normal sex. But anal adoration is the sex act he most wants to share with a woman. He loves ass, wants ass, needs ass, adores ass. Is there any woman who will love and accept him for that – without trying to dominate or belittle him? All he needs is one such woman. Did one even exist for him? After all, it is said we all have a soul mate — somewhere. Don’t we? If only we can find them…

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***** Another day in paradise…

That feeling of peace came over him again – that feeling of warmth, of home. It was that feeling one gets only when we are with the one we love. And he was with that which he loved beyond everything else on earth. He was face to face, so to speak, with a soft, warm, female behind — the only one he had found that loved him as much as he loved it.

In large part he loved this ass because of the woman it belonged to. He knew her well. She was a good friend. He truly cared for and respected her. In general he respected women. He admired many of them. He even loved a few. But he was IN LOVE with the female ass. He loved it. He wanted it. He needed it. He adored it. He hungered for it. It was the most beautiful and desirable thing he had ever seen. It was the only thing that brought him true peace – even joy.

It had taken him a long time to fully accept that part of himself. When it came, like so many things, it was so simple – and liberating. “I am IN LOVE with the female ass” he finally admitted to himself. “I don’t just love it – I am IN LOVE with it. That is who I am…”

He wanted and needed to be with an ass as often as he could. All the time, if he could! It was the only thing that made him feel right, feel whole, feel at peace, feel alive – a dark, soft, warm, loving female ass.

He knew most would consider him just another ass licking pervert for this. Maybe that is all he was. He didn’t care. The truth had finally been faced. He was free in his heart and mind. Ass is my life, he told himself. No bullshit. No games. Just the simple truth. Truth as simple as the very thing he loved. And that was one of the things he loved so much about the ass – its unassuming, beautiful, primal simplicity.

It had not always been easy to accept this side of himself. It had been a love/hate relationship for many years. He had swung between his passion for ass that was slowly consuming him and his hatred for himself for being so weak. He would feel great elation then great self loathing. There were times when he found himself totally neutral – disinterested in the whole thing. That too gave him great peace – a sense of freedom. But inevitably the desire, the need, the passion, the hunger, would return. Slowly at first, building to a flame he was afraid would consume him.

Then he met Nicole. She was a quiet, unassuming woman. They found they were comfortable with each other. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, by many standards. Perhaps if she had worn more makeup. But that didn’t appeal to her. She was very down to earth. That was one of the things he most liked about her. But he found her quite pretty. More importantly she was very easy to be with. She had a smile that made you feel good about yourself, about life. And her eyes. There was much behind those sparkling eyes, if one could find it.

And to top it off she did have one fine ass. A world class ass. A full, round, woman’s ass. Not fat. But not a skinny, boyish ass either. It was an ass built for comfort, for love, for adoration. An ass that a man could get happily and comfortably lost in…

Their friendship was easy because there was no sexual tension between them. But she came to notice his preoccupation with the female behind. It’s no secret that men love ass. Normally she would just ignore it. But his affection for the female behind went beyond anything she had ever seen. It intrigued her, even excited her on some levels. No man had affected her like that before.

One evening, over a couple of glasses of wine, she asked him about it. Sex had never been a big thing with Nicole. She wasn’t asexual. She just found it usually more hassle than it was worth to her. The few times she had tried it she found it hard to get turned on and the payoff not worth the effort. So she resigned herself to the fact she was one of those people for whom sex would never be a big part of their life. She had those times when she had to relieve her tension through orgasm. It was nice. But it was rare and she only did it when she had to. In some ways she considered herself lucky it wasn’t a big part of her life.

As the evening wore on she got him to open up more about his anal inclinations. He had gotten to the point where normal sex held little interest for him too. It was OK from time to time, but nothing to write home about, not for him. The highlight for him was when he got to spend some time with the woman’s behind.

Most of the women he was with let him spend pendik escort time with their butt as a part of foreplay. Some even liked the affection he showered their ass with afterward. But none of them had the deep appreciation for anal adoration that matched his own. It was fun. But he always found himself wanting more. Then there were the ones who tried to dominate him. They thought that anyone who loved kissing ass so much would be an easy mark. He wanted a lover, not a domme. He kicked their asses to the curb quickly.

He shared with Nicole, as completely as he could, that dark side of himself. A couple of bottles of wine had helped. But he also felt he could share this with her. He gambled she would accept him and still respect him, even if nothing ever happened between them. And that would be cool too. She was a good friend and easy to be with. You didn’t find that every day.

Nicole found herself being aroused by his admission. No thought of any other sexual activity had ever stirred her so deeply. She knew he wasn’t coming on to her. That both pleased and disappointed her at the same time. She was glad that he trusted her with his darkest secret – his most vulnerable side.

“It’s simple” he said to her softly, his face close to hers, as he stared warmly into her eyes. “Think of every pleasant thing that you can that a man’s hands and mouth could do to your bum, especially your asshole. Then imagine me doing them any time you want, for as long as you want — passionately, adoringly, hungrily…”

Nicole found his passion appealed to her more than she thought anything could. Her pussy got moist. Her butt began to tingle, specially her asshole. A delicious tingling she had never felt before. A warmth, barely perceptible at first, began in her anus and slowly flowed out to the rest of her ass and pussy, like warm oil. Even her nipples tingled and get hard. These were things she wasn’t used to, but wanted. No one else had ever made her feel that way.

She found herself staring at his lips, his tongue. She imagined the warmth, the passion, the tenderness they could give her in that most delicate and tender place — that dark, soft, warm place between the cheeks of her ass. Her anus twitched and tingled at the thought of such affection.

Yes, such love, passion, and adoration would be for her ass primarily, not her. But that didn’t matter much. At least it would be her ass he would be loving and adoring. The thought that he would make her ass the center of his world took hold of her in very deep, very strong, places.

Every woman wants someone who will make them the center of their world, to love, cherish, and adore her. That is the ideal situation. But the fact that her best friend would at least make her butt the center of his world was good enough. It was definitely the best prospect she had found so far, even better than she had come to allow herself to hope for. At least it would be with someone she truly loved and trusted.

“So, what do you think of having such a perv for a friend?” he asked her with a twinkle in his eye.

She was also happy that he was comfortable with this side of himself, that he had no hangups about it. “That’s quite a story!” she had another sip of her wine. “Did you think I would reject you or look down on you for having such needs, such desires?”

“I was pretty sure you wouldn’t…”

“No fears my friend. I still love you.” Her eyes sparkled. “Thanks for sharing these things with me. And I don’t think any less of you. I am glad that you accept who you are. Actually I think you are the finest man I have ever known.”

“Really? Thanks. That’s probably the sweetest thing any woman has ever said to me. You’re the only one I ever have been so open with” he said with relief in his voice. “You’re the only one I’ve ever felt comfortable enough to share this with, that I trust enough.” He had shared the activity with a number of women, but never spoken much about it. Nicole was the first woman to care enough to ask him about it.

“That’s good to know.” She took another sip of her wine. Her heart was fluttering. She spoke before she even realized it. “So why have you never approached me about this? Don’t you like my ass?” There was a hint of teasing in her voice. She blushed slightly. But the cat was out of the bag now.

He was surprised and intrigued by her question. “Hell no! I think you have a beautiful ass, probably the finest I’ve ever seen. I just didn’t want to chance hurting our friendship. I have only done this with women I have been sexually involved with. I wouldn’t know how to ask a woman about it otherwise. Besides, I thought you didn’t have much interest in sex…”

“I see.” She took another sip of her drink. “You’re right. So far sex has been a disappointment to me. But, then again, I’ve never met anyone like you before. I find your passion quite, um — interesting…” She took another sip of her wine. Her throat had gone dry. Her eyes twinkled at him.

All he could do was look at her, trying to assess her words properly. She broke the silence, maltepe escort speaking again before she even realized it. “So, if you had the chance, would you treat my ass the way you just described?”

His eyes widened. “My best friend’s beautiful ass? Hell yes! Every chance I got!” he laughed. “I would consider it an honor to love you like that. Would you really share your sweet bum with me?”

She nodded. Her eyes sparkled even more. It wasn’t lost on her that he had said love you like that, and not love your ass like that… “Hell yes! Every chance I got!” she said from deep inside. “And you would really consider it an honor to love my bum?

“Damn right.”

“Mmmmm… That would make it even sweeter…” Another sip of wine.

They stared into each others eyes for a few moments, making a deep connection. Could it be this easy? he thought to himself. Would this wonderful woman really accept me this way, with no games, no bullshit? “Be careful” he laughed. “I could spend many hours, every day, with your adorable ass.”

“Pretty much what I had in mind…” She was grinning from ear to ear. “After all, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t share my bum with my best bud? Especially when he wants and needs it so much?”

He was quite surprised at the turn of events. He kicked himself for not having the courage or smarts to approach her earlier about it. So much anal adoration time was just, hell, gone! “This goes way beyond friendship.”

Nicole shrugged. “Not to me it doesn’t. It’s just my bum. If letting you love it the way you want will make you feel so good then it would make me happy to share it. Hell, most of the time I’m just sitting on it anyway. It would be nice to put it to some other good use for a change. And I can’t think of a better use than to have you make us both feel good by caressing and kissing and licking and loving the hell out of it.”

He grinned from ear to ear. Her words touched him in all the deepest, right places. She had just transformed into the most beautiful woman in the world right before his eyes. “Anyone ever kiss your bum before?” he asked. He didn’t try to hide the bulge in his pants that was getting bigger by the moment.

“No. Had a few quite eager to fuck it though.”

“Did you let them?”

“Hell no. Sex hasn’t meant that much to me. Not even the normal kind. At first I thought there was something wrong with me. But I came to realize that many people are like me. Not everyone has to be sex crazy. So having a dick in my butt wasn’t appealing at all. Maybe, if normal sex had felt right with someone, I would have considered anal sex. But it never really did.”

“But having a tongue — a soft, warm, loving, hungry tongue – in your bum is something you would like?”

“Yeah. It is now. I’ve never thought much about my butt at all, specially when it came to sex. To me it was just an ass. But I see it a whole lot differently now, because of you. Now I see it as something that can be used to share love and, well, just have a lot of fun! And having it loved the way you described – hell, a woman would have to be brain dead to not want that!!”

“And you are anything but brain dead” he said as he sat closer to her. “So you wouldn’t mind that I would spend so much time with your sweet bum, loving the hell out of it, as you said?”

“I don’t think so. Right now it sounds very appealing. I would sure like to try…”

“Any time. Let me know when you are ready” he said as he gently brushed the hair that had fallen across her eyes. The wine had brought a nice glow to her face.

Her appreciation for the fact that he never pressured her, for anything, made her love him more. “Now would be good.” Her eyes sparkled.

“Works for me” he said softly.

“Good. How should we do this?”

“You get into any position you find comfortable. So long as I can get at your ass it will be good.”

Nicole thought for a second. Then she got up and removed her jeans. She was wearing a thong. She lay on the sofa, on her side, her bum hanging over the edge. “This OK?”

“That is absolutely beautiful, Nicole” he said as he knelt beside her and gently caressed the milky skin of her butt. It had looked good in the jeans. Seeing it in all its naked glory was almost a religious experience for him. Her skin was silky smooth and flawless. Her cheeks were full and round. Every part of him wanted to love and adore her ass until he dropped. It had also been awhile since he had fed on a woman’s behind. He was one hungry man and her ass looked like the best feast he had ever seen. Nourishing, but not fattening!

The hunger and fire in his eyes stirred Nicole in all the right places. The scene in front of her blew her away. Here was her best friend, the guy she considered the sweetest man in the world, on his knees before her ass. Her ass!! So far she had respected it for all its normal uses — sitting, shitting, holding her jeans up… But now it was becoming the object of her best bud’s love and adoration — love and adoration that she was realizing she wanted more kartal escort than anything else, and from no one else.

“Mmmmmm… That’s nice” Nicole said softly.

“If you like that then you should love this” he said as he gently placed a warm kiss on the full part of her right butt cheek.

“Mmmmmmm… Can I get lots of those?” she purred.

He nodded his head without lifting it so his lips would brush gently across her skin. Her bum pushed out, reaching for his affection. He spent the next hour caressing and kissing her cheeks. Nicole reached back and removed the thong from her ass crack. The heat from her asshole wafted into his nose. He placed it against her anus and breathed deeply of her aromas. Her musky scent swirled in his brain. It was a scent he never grew tired of. Nicole’s unique anal odors reached him like no other woman had.

He spent several moments examining her sweet asshole with his eyes and his fingers. She shaved so everything was silky smooth. Her perfect little rosebud instantly became the one he would gladly love forever. “You have the most beautiful anus I’ve ever seen, Nicole. It is… perfect… absolutely gorgeous…”

Her eyes widened at his words. She blushed. “Now there’s a compliment I never thought I’d hear! Fuck, I love it!” She laughed a deep, full laugh. She tried to look stern. “You sure you’re not just kissing my ass here, telling me what you think I want to hear…”

He loved the playful look on her face. “I’ve never lied to you, Nicole. And this is definitely something too important to me to start now. I mean it. Your asshole is the most adorable anal jewel I’ve ever seen. And just so we’re clear, here’s the only way I kiss ass…”

He wasted no time burying his face in the dark, soft, warmth of her anal valley. “I love you” he said softly as his lips kissed her sweet asshole for the first time. “Damn, how I love you” he said as his lips and tongue began a long anal adoration session of her delicious rosebud. Her anus responded eagerly to his affections. It twitched and tingled and pushed out at him.

As his lips met her anus Nicole almost levitated off the sofa. She tingled from head to toe. She felt that she was truly being made love to for the first time in her life. No other man’s touch had affected her so strongly as his lips and tongue on her anus. But it wasn’t just the feel of his warm skin. It was the heat and passion and hunger she felt pouring from him into her bottom. Her hand caressed his head and pushed his face in farther. “Fuck, that’s just too incredible! Deeper, please!”

Her passion fulled his. He tried to fill her ass with his tongue. He would have crawled inside her bum if he could have, if that is what she wanted. For the next while the only thing that existed for either of them was the connection between his face and her ass. When he was finished he lay his head on her hip while his fingers slowly and gently traced every curve of her hips and cheeks.

“Mmmmmm… That was great” she said softly as she turned around and gently kissed his lips. The smell and taste of her ass on his mouth sent more shivers through her. She kissed him again, slowly. “Just one thing…”

“What’s that?” He was afraid he had hurt her somehow.

“It felt to me like you were holding back. Please don’t do that. I know that the affection is for my ass, and I have no problem with that. I just want you to let go. Love my ass with all your heart and passion. I’ll let you know if it is ever too much. Can you do that? Please…”

He kissed her gently. “Yes, I can do that. From now on I will. Thanks for being so understanding. And I’m especially happy that you like this and want more. Your ass is definitely the finest I’ve ever loved. And because it is yours makes it extra special.”

Nicole smiled. “That’s so damn sweet. I just want you two lovers to be happy” she said as she glanced over her shoulder at her bum, then back into his eyes.

“I hope I will make you and your sweet bum as happy as you make me by letting me love you there” he said as he kissed her gently on the lips. “Thank you for sharing it with me. You are the sweetest lover I’ve ever known. And I’m glad it is your ass, Nicole. You are the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Any time” said Nicole softly. “You’re my best bud too. I think it’s great that my sorry ass can make you so happy. And it makes me feel damn good too. Who’d a thunk?”

He gently slapped her bum. “There is nothing sorry about your sweet ass, Nicole. So don’t ever let me hear you say that again or you will find yourself over my knee for some very different anal attention.”

Her eyes widened with surprise. She loved the playful twinkle in his eyes. “Hmmmm… I’ll have to think about that…”

It was his turn to be surprised.

***** The love affair grows…

The next night found them in the same place. This time he totally abandoned himself to his passion. It had been a long time since he had been able to make his kind of love to a woman’s behind fully. He was glad it was Nicole’s bum. He knew that she was truly cool with this love affair he was having with her ass. And it truly was the finest ass he had ever been intimate with. It was his ideal of the perfect female ass, in all ways. He kept asking himself how he ever got so damn lucky, blessed even.

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Sometimes You Have to Wait For It

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A Face From the Past

Sometimes you have to wait for it. The urgency of a youthful crush can make time stand still and the slow death of those powerful yearnings can be extremely painful. But sometimes, if you are lucky, time gives you a second chance. I seem to have a recurring theme in my life where platonic or unrequited relationships from my past return at unexpected times and in very non-platonic ways. The first time this happened was one of the best and still one of my most satisfying encounters.

I fell deeply in lust with Silvia the moment I saw her in high school. I did a serious double take when I saw her the first day of school. I was starting a new school at the beginning of 10th grade and her locker was in the next bank over from mine. She had everything I loved in a woman, and one extra thing which was the clincher.

She was short, barely 5 feet tall, and wearing a fairly short skirt with chunky high-rise combat boots. She was slender but she had enormous breasts for her frame. I have since learned that they are 36 double-D cups, but on a 95-pound woman who is just under 5 feet tall they look huge. She had short, bleach blonde hair and was dressed in a Cyndi Lauper meets the Ramones style of 80’s punk. I was fairly straight laced and mainstream back then and I didn’t care for the style. I assumed there was something wrong with her and that she lived on a different planet than my own, so naturally the seeds of a powerful crush were sown.

The clincher was part of my past. I had just had a nasty breakup and unfulfilling relationship with a girl who looked very much like Silvia, so all the unrequited and frustrated feelings I had for the old girl were instantly applied to the new one. I would wallow in this morass of desire for almost 2 more years.

We eventually became friends through school activities as we shared Spanish class and club, speech classes, speech meets, a play or two, etc. She knew I had a crush but I wasn’t her type. I was too buttoned down and plain, I guess. She was also heavily into music and our musical tastes did not match so we became good friends but no more.

In time the crush died, due in part to my burgeoning extracurricular activities with other willing women. We remained in contact even though separated by a thousand miles at different colleges. It was when she came up to visit that time finally brought the right circumstances to bear in my favor.

Silvia’s school was on quarters while mine was on semesters so her times home from college were sometimes while I was still in class. One of those times she came up to visit me and a few other friends she had at that school. We wound up spending some time together that Friday night and naturally we wanted to do what all college freshmen want on a Friday night – get drunk!

With no fake ID’s and me not having any connections at frat houses, we were stuck with what we could find on our own. We hung out with some other friends for a while but they had other plans and we were back in my dorm room by 9:00. Fortunately, I had a bottle of cheap cherry vodka and a 2-liter of Pepsi. And some porno.

I put on some music I knew she would like, poured some drinks, and sat with her for a while just talking. The conversation eventually made it’s way to the crush I once had for her, and I made sure to describe my lust in fairly urgent terms. I went out of my way to make her feel attractive and sexy. She knew she was but everybody likes to hear that kind of thing.

“Silvia, you have no idea how bad I wanted you back in high school. You filled my dreams, day and night.”

“I have that effect on men. It’s so hard to be me,” she said, giving a theatrical flourish to her voice and a flutter of her mascara-laden eyelids.

“Do you remember that leather miniskirt you had, the really scandalous one?”

“Yeah. Half the time I got sent home with that thing. You liked that one?”

“Hell yes. I think you might have been wearing it the first time I saw you.”

“No, that was a different skirt, but it was black leather.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. Did she remember or was she bullshitting?

“You remember what you were wearing the first time I saw you?”

“Uh huh. You weren’t invisible, you know.”

“I felt like it.”

“You made an impression. Not much, but a little,” she teased, softening the blow with a wink.

As the evening grew late and we got a little bored Silvia started searching for something to do. I had made sure to leave the porno magazine in an obvious spot so it could be ‘stumbled upon’ with ease, and sure enough she found it.

“What the hell is this?” she asked, holding up the hard core sex mag.

“What the hell does it look like? Do you need a lesson is sex ed?”

She scoffed dramatically. “Hardly. Lets see what kind of pervert you are.” She sat down on the huge pillow next to me, leaned against me and started to flip through it. From this angle I could see down her plunging neckline quite nicely, so between pendik escort her show and the magazine I had a lovely view.

The magazine had two ‘scenes,’ each with one man and one woman, and nothing too outrageous. I might have a kink here or a fetish there but this was just straight up couple’s porn. The first one featured a fake redhead with an excellent body and a large nose and a hairy guy with a generous dick.

“Nice dick,” Silvia exclaimed as soon as it was shown.

“Thank you,” I said.

I was rewarded with a raised eyebrow and a skeptical, “Uh huh.” She continued to flip slowly through the magazine. “This girl is really pretty but her tattoos are awful. Why would a girl do that to herself?”

“You are looking at the tattoos?”

“I’m not into girls so I’m not staring at her tits.” She looked over her shoulder, up at me. “Like the way you are staring at mine.”

“Guilty,” I admitted. I had known Sil for a long time and I recognized in her abrupt nature a definite invitation. I moved my right arm from behind her to over her shoulder, resting my hand squarely on her right breast. I can’t describe the feeling of finally touching something so long desired. My pants were quickly strained as my dick responded to her flesh.

She just returned to the magazine, flipping the pages slowly as I toyed with her nipple through her blouse. A few more pictures brought a new revelation from her.

“OK, now I can’t do that,” as she indicated a deep throat shot. The redhead had completely engulfed hairy-man’s long dick and had an appropriately fake look of ecstasy on her hawkish features.

“That’s a shame.”

“Sorry, sweetie. I’m a fragile little girl.”

She went back to the magazine while I became more aggressive with her shirt. I reached over with my left hand and undid a few buttons on her dark blouse, then pulled the opening to the right a bit to center on her right breast, the one with easy access. I then pulled her bra down and under, letting her heavy tit hang free and open. I have a fetish for partial nudity and something like that is just perfectly erotic to me – a woman with her breast exposed but completely ignoring it. After freeing that marvelous mound I sat back again and allowed my right hand to roam, cup and caress her flesh.

She was squirming a little but managed to keep her calm façade a wile longer. The scene in the magazine continued through a few unlikely or uncomfortable positions but Silvia remained silent while I brazenly fondled her. Then came the finale, a facial cum shot that I must admit was fairly hot.

“Do guys really like that stuff?”

“Depends. It can be a nasty little change of pace at times, but in general I’d prefer something else.”

Again she returned to the magazine, this time into the new couple. They were both blonde and young but the photo quality was lower and the models less attractive. At least the girl was less attractive and the guy’s dick was smaller.

“OK, now he is cute,” she proclaimed. I thought he looked scrawny and doe-eyed but she had particular ideas. “Shame about the dick.”

“That’s the last time you’ll say those words tonight.”

“I doubt it.” She flipped quickly through a few more pages, noting the poor quality of the poses and pictures. “OK, next time you get a porno mag make sure it’s better than this.” She quickly flipped through to the end, another cum shot but this time on the model’s belly and far less erotic.

As she reached the end, she snapped it shut and pushed herself off the huge pillow, then walked to the desk where she found the book. She did not rearrange herself at all, leaving her tit bouncing as she walked. She replaced the magazine, shut the desk drawer, and turned to face me with hands on hips.

“I’m bored. What do you want to do now?”

Again, you cannot understand how hot this was. I had lusted for Silvia for years. I had made love to other women and fantasized her face in place of the one I was with. I had masturbated innumerable times with Silvia dancing naked through my head. And here she was, exposing herself in exactly the way I most enjoy and making every move of mine clear and easy.

“I think if you don’t fuck me I’ll die right here.”

“Really? That’s rather forward of you, don’t you think?”

“If you think that was forward, this should really offend your delicate sensibilities.”

I rose to my feet and stood in front of her as my hands went to my buckle. I quickly loosened the belt, then popped the button and let down the fly on my jeans. Another moment and my dick joined her breast in the room, swinging free and open. A smile spread across Silvia’s elfin features.

“Tell me again why I never fucked you in high school?”

Our clothes were quickly discarded to various dark corners of the room until we stood naked together. She was stunning, slight and slender with those big tits hanging above her flat tummy. She had a slight treasure trail of fine blonde hair leading down to maltepe escort her abundant patch, proving that she was at some point in the past a true blonde. I didn’t take much time to admire her, I was too far gone.

I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her forcefully. She returned my kiss with passion, forcing her tongue against my teeth. Her style was very wet and forceful, all tongue teeth as she licked and nipped at me. I had one hand behind her head and the other full of breast, while she had both hands on my cock. She stroked roughly for a while, then broke the kiss and told me to sit. I knew that she didn’t care for foreplay much and I was happy for it. Sometimes a slow buildup is the best way to go but right then I just wanted to fuck.

I sat down quickly on the large pillow, expecting her to sit on my lap, but she surprised me. She walked up to my face and swung her left leg over my shoulder while grabbing the 2×4 cross-brace of my loft. She shoved her pussy in my face and grabbed a fistful of hair with her other hand, wrenching my head back to service her.

I obliged with gusto. I rarely come across forceful women, much to my dismay. I don’t care to be whipped or abused but such direct action was refreshing and exciting. She pushed her clit into my nose and my eager tongue plunged into her warm pussy. She watched intently as I worked my tongue across her labia and into her depths while she did a slow grind on the bridge of my nose. Her taste was intense, musky and strong and erotic. I held her little ass with both hands, partially supporting her and partially guiding her to my needs, though she was mostly in control of her movements.

“Lick that thing,” she said under her breath, sneering down at me as she rolled her hips on my face. “Get it all over your face. I want you to taste me for a week, fucker.” Hell, that’s what I wanted too. Her juices dripped down my chin and neck and into the hair on my chest. I was in heaven! I brought my thumb down under her and pushed it up into her pussy.

“That’s it! Suck it! Suck my clit…suck it…” her encouragement hovered between a mumble and a whisper, some words rising above the rest for emphasis. Her fist tightened in my hair as if to retain my attention. She was getting rougher. Not that I minded, but it gave me some incentive to get a little rough myself.

I pulled out my sopping wet thumb and pushed it into her asshole.

“No! HEY! Ungh!” Again her hand wrenched at my hair, but in an attempt to escape my thumb she had pushed herself more fully into my face. I tried to hold my thumb steady and not poke around as her sphincter spasmed around it, but her bucking hips made it a little difficult.

“Oh you nasty fuck! God damn you nasty fucker! Ungh!” Curses mixed with animal grunts as she continued to ride my face and my flickering tongue. Her breathing quickened and the pitch of her filthy monologue rose; her orgasm approached. I held her ass in place and increased my tongue-lashing as she started to come. Her hand moved to the back of my head and crushed my face into her roiling pussy as her body shook violently, her asshole trying to snip off my thumb. The curses were gone and only grunts and moans escaped her clenched teeth.

I loved every moment of it, though I could barely breathe and I feared permanent hair loss from her rough treatment. Still, what came next elevated the moment immensely. A great gush of fluid, announced by a barking shout and heavy contraction from Silvia, filled my mouth and flowed down my face. Another spasm, less powerful than the first, dribbled more of her pussy liquor into my hungry mouth. Still her body shuddered and shook on my tongue as the heavy spasms rolled through her tiny frame.

Her orgasm left slowly, in shudders and twitches, and the tension flowed out of her body. She let go of the loft and slid down me, her luscious breasts dragging down my face before her sweaty, exhausted face followed them to rest against my chest. I slipped my finger from her fundament as she descended and I cradled her little body in my arms as her lungs worked overtime.

“Damn, girl. You sure know how to fuck a guy’s face. Hell, you even came all over me.”

“You deserved it,” she said through gasping breaths. “I can’t believe you stuck a finger in my ass.”

“You loved it,” I chided.

“I fucking well did not! That’s a one-way street.”

“I guess I’ll have to find somewhere else to put this, then.”

“I’ve got just the place for it.” She pushed herself up and put a foot down to get the right angle as I aimed my needy prick at her sopping pussy. She quickly found her spot and slid down my shaft in one long motion.

“Aw, fuck….” She moaned as I filled her depths. She wiggled her hips to settle down as far as possible, and then leaned in to kiss me.

Her kiss was far different now. It was slow, passionate, and relaxed. The anger seemed to flow out of her as we moved slowly together. The heat of her soft pussy flowed kartal escort around my rigid dick, easing my pain and fulfilling my needs. She rocked forward ad back in my lap for what seemed like an eternity and I was in no hurry to rush her. My hands roamed her back, sides, neck, legs and breasts. She was too short for me to get her dark, hard nipples into my mouth, but I took direction from her pace and let it go. I would get my chance later.

Then she bit me. A sharp pain shot through my lip and I pulled away. A vicious grin marred her pretty face, a sure sign that the angel in my lap had given way to a devil on my cock. I raised a finger to my mouth and it came a way with a trickle of crimson blood.

“That’s for the finger.”

I sat up and held her ribcage with my hands, preparing to take control of the situation. Without warning she slapped me in the face, only our close proximity keeping her from a full-arm swing that might have really hurt.

“What was that for?” I asked, starting to get angry.

“That’s for making me wait so long.” I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but I knew one thing that wasn’t going to wait any longer. I picked her up from my lap, my sloppy wet dick snaking out of her belly, and tossed her to the side on the giant pillow. I quickly got to my knees and positioned myself over her, one of her legs between mine and the other leg in my right hand. It was a perfect position for deep penetration and total control, both of which I desperately needed just then.

“No more waiting for you, bitch.” I slammed my cock into her with a grunt. I was tired of being ridden and tired of the slow approach. I held her leg in my right hand and her hip in my left as I began pounding her as deeply as I could. Her nasty little monologue was gone now, replaced with grunts of wild lust.

“I’ve worshiped you for years! I wanted to fuck you so bad it hurt, but you wouldn’t give me the goddamn time of day!” I slapped her ass, hard, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pain. “No, you dated guys with black nail polish and long dark hair. How many of them gave you this!” Another slap on the ass, timed between punishing thrusts of my cock. “And this!” Again and again I spanked her, red handprints glowing on her pale white ass cheek.

She tried to rake her fingernails down my chest but my thrusts rocked her whole tiny body and she couldn’t aim well. Any damage she intended to do was wasted effort. She tried a few more times but it was futile. Eventually she gave up and just tried to hold on to the pillow as I drilled her with deep thrusts.

Watching her large tits flail around was almost hypnotic, and seeing her little body so completely under my control was intoxicating. So long I had waited for this, so deeply had I felt the need for this woman, that this was more than a dream come true. It was a fantasy fulfilled, a long-dormant fire fanned to roaring life. My hands roamed her flesh restlessly, feeling an overwhelming need to touch every inch of her skin.

I slowed my pace slightly as my orgasm neared, taking long, deep strokes into Silvia’s body. Restraint slipped away as the animal lust erupted through my cock. Over and over I dumped my cum into her willing depths, grunting loudly in time with my contractions. Electrified and paralyzed, my entire existence focused on pouring my seed into this angelic beauty, this nasty girl under my command. I twitched and jerked as the last few drops oozed out of me, then relaxed as the lethargy washed over me.

“You can’t be done already,” Silvia said with a demeaning sneer.

Fucking hell! What did she want? We had been fucking for nearly an hour! I’m not one to shy away from a challenge but I figured I had put out a hell of a performance! I guess some women just need a little extra.

“One last trick for you,” I said as I readjusted. I pulled out and grabbed her ass, lifting her up to her knees. Her short legs put her a little lower than normal in this position; a factor I hoped would have me hitting her G-spot like a hammer. I slid my slimy dick back in for sloppy seconds, savoring once again the glory of this woman’s body. No feeling compares to the sensation of sliding into a wet, willing woman.

I had little desire left for subtlety and I knew that it would be difficult for me to get off again after such a powerful orgasm, but I knew I had the strength to give it one hell of a try.

Clutching her little hips, I started off slow. My cock was a little numb from the recent orgasm, but I knew that would change. I just needed to keep up the pace and not lose patience. I reached around to cup a breast ad let my other hand roam over her back and ass, occasionally poking at her asshole. That got me a snarl every time.

She started to grunt with my thrusts as I slowly increased the pace. I was right, her G-spot was taking a pounding and as I put a little more power into my thrusts my balls started slapping against her clit. Faster and faster I moved, and she kept up with me. Her voice was rising in pitch and her breathing becoming more labored. She was nearing her orgasm. I was exhausted and dripping with sweat but her lustful mewling was working it’s magic. I knew I had enough left to get us both where we needed to go.

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Something New

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It all started with Emma getting a new job as an admin. Assistant. She had to dress business casual to work and Dean loved the outfits she wore. Emma was alone in the office while everyone in the front went to lunch and Dean took the opportunity to ask her for a dirty picture.

*bzzz*

Emma’s phone goes off, signaling she received a text message. Dean.

So you’re alone? You should send me a pic of that pussy.

Emma’s face immediately heated up at Dean’s suggestion and she waited a minute before replying.

Right now? At work?!

Yeah 😉 You know you wanna. Do it really quick baby.

Emma’s whole body heated up and she could feel the warmth around her pussy at the thought. I-I guess I could go to the bathroom really quick. She stood up and walked towards the bathroom, feeling like the few people that were left in the back were watching her. The heat was building up more since Emma was doing something she shouldn’t. She pushed down her form-fitting black dress pants and cute striped panties, revealing her cunt. She quickly took her picture and sent it to Dean, before walking a little too fast back to her office.

Omg. That’s so hot. I love how you’re at work sending me this sexy ass pic. You’re bad.

Emma couldn’t help but blush even more at his words and crossed her legs in attempt to hide her growing wetness.

You like it?

Omg. You’re making me horny. Are you horny?

Yes..

Well let’s build you up.

Emma wasn’t sure what Dean had in mind after that, but she waited in anticipation for his next message.

You know what’s hot? Bending you over your desk, lifting up your skirt, and eating you out.

Clear all the things off the desk and fuck you right there.

Emma could feel her juices starting to pool in her underwear with these dirty thoughts filling her mind. Dean then surprised her with a little scenario he came up with, which only made her hotter.

Everyone is gone but us, we go into your bosses office and shut the door. I start grabbing your ass while we make out sloppily. Tongues everywhere. I lift you up and start rubbing your clit with my dick, getting you all wet and ready. I’ll lay you on the desk, kiss your body down, and then lick your clit like crazy. Then I fuck you. Slow at first, but then faster and faster. I hear your moans, it makes me hotter. I flip you around, holding your head on the desk and fuck you from behind ’til us both cum all over your boss’ desk.

“Mmm…” An involuntary moan left Emma’s lips as she imagined the scenario she just read. She wanted it. Bad. Her pussy was drenched while she was at work, and she was too horny to be embarrassed. But then Dean told her he had to go to work and left her hanging. He told her, leave you wanting more. Frustrated, Emma sat through the rest of the day thinking of the texts and when she will get to see him. She was left horny the rest of the day, but because Dean works late into the night she couldn’t get his help.

>>>>Fast Forward to Next Day>>>>

Emma had plans to spend the night after work with Dean and his family, but she knew they would be having sex at some point. So, she dressed for him. Wore a cute little black dress that accentuated her little plump ass and showed off her slim olive-toned legs that Dean loves. Can’t forget the little black heels and sexy lace-back teal panties. Emma was counting down the time ’til she saw Dean, texting him throughout the day about her excitement.

4 o’clock finally came and Emma clocked out of work. It was approximately a 30 minute drive to her boyfriend’s house. The first plan on the list was dinner then store with his family for his mom’s birthday. Once they got back to the house, Dean and Emma went to his room for some privacy. They talked about the dirty text messages form the day before in between kisses, the tension between them high. Dean put on a random movie to help with the noise since his family was still there.

“Do you want to hear another scenario?” Dean asked while caressing Emma’s body. He lifts up her dress and squeezed her ass, feeling her sexy underwear. “You wore this to work?” Emma only nodded, her face flushed. pendik escort “What a dirty girl. You’re my office slut.” Dean didn’t usually call her slut but she couldn’t help the heat that built up in her core.

“I want to hear another scenario.” Emma breathed as they continued their make-out session. Dean grinned and nodded. He moved to whisper right in her ear.

Dean only got into the beginning of his story before they were interrupted by his cousin who sat down to watch the movie too. Dammit. Luckily, the lights were off so Emma had an idea. She slowly started rubbing his stomach and the lining of his pants. Her fingers grazed just under his waistband and Dean moaned quietly. Emma started moving down his leg and over his growing bulge. Finally, his cousin left the room and shut the door.

“What was that?” Emma only giggled in response. She was laying on her stomach, smiling at Dean. He decided to tease her, and rubbed her back and ass. Without realizing it, she was lifting her ass towards his hand and Dean grinned. “You want it, don’t you baby?”

Emma tried playing coy, but Dean knew better. “I don’t have to do anything, you’re already pushing your ass towards me. Such a dirty girl. Do you want to get a little rough today?” Emma nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah? You like it hard, don’t you?” Emma nodded again, her face flushing and pussy getting wet. “How about we try a little choking, is that okay?” She turned to lay on her back and face Dean properly.

“Y-yeah…” Dean was caressing Emma’s face and grinding against her, making her breathing heavy.

“You love my dick, don’t you? My little loyal slut.” Emma felt a rush of heat from those words and could only manage a moan. They started making out eagerly, pushing their tongues down each other’s throats and hands flying everywhere. Dean ran his hand along her panties and groaned. “So wet baby, you’re soaking. Strip for me.” She got dripping wet just from his dirty words. Emma obliged and took off her bra from under her dress first. Then she took off the dress, leaving her panties on.

“Mmmm. I love your little tits, can’t wait to see them bouncing.” Dean moaned before taking one of her little nipples in his mouth. He licked, sucked, and bit at her nipple making her moan and toes curl. “I love when your toes curl, baby.” Dean massaged the other breast with his hand, attacking her tits hungrily. Dean dragged both his hands down her body to cup her ass, when he squeezed it tightly. “I love this ass, I think about it all day.”

“Y-yeah?” Emma felt happy at the attention and smiled at Dean.

“Yeah baby, you’re so fine. Take off the panties. Slow.” Emma slowly pulled at her panties, inching each side down her hips and legs. Dean let out a deep groan which made feel hot and arch her back into him. Once her panties where off he aggressively parted her legs and pulled her by her hips into him. Dean undressed quickly, eager to go on.

Dean trailed down her body to her pussy, licking a stripe from bottom to top. Emma moaned, arching her back and closing her eyes. He started lapping at her clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Juices were already drenching her cunt and Dean loved the taste. Her slick got all over his lips and chin, making him moan. Squeezing her legs so Emma can’t let go, Dean sucked harder and harder.

“A-ah, fuck!” Emma moaned, trying her best to remain quite with his family down the hallway. But it felt so fucking good. The arousal was building up already and she knew she would cum soon. Her panting quickened and her legs began to shake fast. Dean knew she was close and went harder, gripping her hips tighter. Emma felt the release and moaned loudly, a continuous string of ‘fuck’ leaving her lips. Dean licked his lips and wiped his chin, feeling satisfied.

“You taste so delicious baby. You ready for me to be inside you?” Emma nodded and grabbed Dean’s face to kiss. Dean held her arms on the sides of her head and brought his hard cock close to her entrance. He slapped her clit with his deck, groaning at the wetness. “Mmmm.” Emma moaned as well, lifting her dripping pussy towards him.

Dean didn’t give Emma much time maltepe escort as he quickly grabbed her and thrusted himself into her drenched pussy. They both moaned at the contact, as Dean continued to thrust hard. He lifted her legs so her knees where touching in front of his chest and began to pound her wet cunt hard.

“Ohh, FUCK!” Emma almost shouted with a deep moan. It was going so deep. Dean placed his hand on her throat and continued thrusting. Emma was surprised that it felt so good being choked and fucked. She started moaning more and breathing harshly. Dean felt so aroused at his girlfriend’s dirty state.

“Yeah mami, yeah. So hot.” Dean spoke between grunts as he continued thrusting his hard cock deep into her cunt. Emma loved that pet name and started groaning, she was about to cum. Emma’s legs started shaking and Dean released her throat to grab her tits harshly. He fucked her until her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Emma repeated this over and over as she came all over Dean’s cock that didn’t stop thrusting. Dean groaned.

“So tight baby, you’re so fucking tight. Yes, yes, yes.” Dean lifted her legs so her feet rested on his shoulders, raking his fingers from her thighs to her toes. Emma moaned loudly, still not over her recent release and trembled. “Yeah mami? Does that feel good?”

“Y-yeah baby…” Emma could barely manage as she felt Dean’s cock hit her deeply and hard. She felt like he was in her tummy, and couldn’t help her eyes rolling back again.

“How good baby?”

“S-so fucking good..” They both moaned in unison and Dean pulled out, leaving Emma breathless. “F-fuck.” Emma’s body was convulsing in ecstasy as her legs continued to shake. He went so deep she could still feel him in her after he moved. Dean laid next to her and they began making out. Her legs were shaking and she could barely move with her ecstasy running through her. Dean’s never hit her that deep for so long before, she was shivering and moaning with every move.

“Want me to eat you out again? Then you can sit on my dick?” Emma nodded between kisses. “How about you suck my dick too?”

“O-kay.” Dean quickly pulled Emma up and brought her pussy over his face. Oh how he loved eating her pussy. Emma moaned once his tongue touched her clit and bent down towards his raging boner. It was still moist with her slick as she dragged her tongue from the tip down to the edge of his balls. Dean groaned I surprise, letting go of her clit.

“Oh my god. Again.” Emma obliged, licking another stripe down the length of his cock. Dean moaned again before grabbing on to her thighs and holding her tight on his face.

Emma expertly sucked on the tip of his cock before taking as much as she could in her mouth. She moaned around him in pleasure. She loved sucking him off, and loved even more when he was eating her out at the same time. She started slow, but Dean grabbed her hair and forced her to suck faster. This made Emma moan some more, her legs shaking once again.

Dean grabbed her waist, pulling her body up right. “Drown me baby.” Emma immediately pushed herself down on his face, moaning in the process. Dean began stroking himself while he sucked and licked. After what felt like endless pleasure, Dean pulled Emma off him. They began making out, their juices mixing within their mouths. “Sit on my dick.”

Emma moved down to straddle his him before resting onto his cock. They both moaned and she threw her head back in pleasure. She fell forward, leaning her face into his neck as he grabbed her ass hard. Dean thrusted into her fast, making her moan right into his ear. She began nipping at his neck, Dean’s weak spot, and he growled.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Keep going mami, you’re so fucking good. So tight.” They thrusted into each other harder and harder, the sound of her ass slapping his pelvis getting louder.

“Mmmmm, fuck, fuck.” Dean pushed Emma so she was sitting up straight and grabbed her hips, he started going slow to give himself a minute to relax. He didn’t want to cum just yet. As he started picking up the pace, he watched Emma’s tits bounce kartal escort around deliciously and her body arch. She was so hot. Her legs tightened around him as she came hard once again, her juices dripping down his cock. He quickly pulled her off him and brought her face towards his for a sloppy kiss. “What do you want next?” He whispers in her ear, panting heavily. She moans at his breathe tickling her ear.

“F-from behind.” Emma’s favorite position: doggy.

“Get on all fours baby. Want me to lick you from behind?” She nods, eager to get into position for him. “Face down, ass up.” She obliged and he groaned at her waiting for him. “Mmmm, so hot.” He caressed her ass before slapping it hard, making her jump and moan from pleasure. “Oh yeah.”

Dean brought his face down to lick a stripe from her lips to her hole. Emma immediately arched her ass towards him with a moan. He lapped at her for a bit, make her legs shake since she still wasn’t completely over her last release. He stopped and moved towards her, grabbing her hips and pulling her against him. His hard cock rested on her ass before he thrust it into her aching pussy. A moan escaped both their lips as Emma moved her hand to play with her clit.

“Yeah? Gonna play with your clit baby?” So hot. He groaned as he thrust deep into her, gripping her ass harshly.

“Oh my god. Fuck, fuck, yes.” Emma was moaning loudly into the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. She was rubbing her clit fast, inching her way towards yet another orgasm. She felt sore, but it felt so good she didn’t want it to stop.

“You like it baby?”

“Mmm, y-yeah baby.” Dean thrust harder and grabbed her hair tightly. Emma moaned again.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Ah, good. It feels so good.”

“Again.” Dean pulled out and just as quickly thrust back in deep.

“Ahhhhh! So fucking good! Oh my god…” Dean felt satisfied, groaning in pleasure.

“Cum for me baby. Cum all over me.” That was all she need to cum all over his cock. Her legs shook under him and she cried out into the bed, trying to keep playing with her clit to push herself over the edge. “Ohhhh, I’m gonna cum baby.” Dean pulled out, cumming all over Emma’s ass and back. His seed was dripping down to her pussy, and she shivered at the warmth. They were both panting hard as Dean laid down next to her and Emma relaxed her body.

“Wow…” They both said in unison. They laid there a bit, catching their breaths. But Dean couldn’t help looking at Emma’s body, oh how he loved it. So sexy. They started making out again, while Dean snuck his hand over her ass and caressed it. Emma moaned into his lips as he stuck his finger in her pussy and began fingering her.

Dean curled his finger into her and then started using two of his fingers. Emma’s ass arched towards him as she started gasping and moaning. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets, her body exhausted but already on the brink of another orgasm.

“Is that good baby? Are you gonna cum? Tell me when you’re cumming, baby.” Emma couldn’t do anything but nod and moan, her body shaking. Dean began stroking himself as he fingered her, his cock hard once again. Emma was being sent over the edge again.

“A-ah! Fuck…Baby, I-I’m…ahhh…c-cumming…” She could barely get her words out and Dean chuckled.

“Cum for me mami. Cum all over my fingers.” Emma’s release coursed through her whole body and she cried out, biting the sheets. Dean finally removed his fingers, letting her body collapse before putting them in his mouth. “Mmmm. So good…” It was so hot when Dean licked her juices off his fingers and she moaned.

Dean was still stroking himself when he pulled her to her side and close to him. They started making out again, their hands roaming while Dean jacked himself off.

“You want me to cum baby?” Emma nodded. “Make me cum.” She happily gave him a hard kiss, moving her tongue around his mouth and sucking his lip. “Show me how you touch yourself.” Emma was spent, her pussy and clit sore. But she listened and her hand reached her clit, rubbing it lightly. “Fuck, mami. Yes yes. I’m gonna cum.”

“F-fuck.” Dean came again with a deep groan, spraying Emma’s leg with his hot cum. The both laid there breathing heavily before laughing. “We’re good.” They both smiled widely. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Dean caressed Emma’s cheek and they hugged each other tightly.

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This story is a mise en scene. It features basic male/female lust. I wrote it for a friend. Enjoy.

*****

“I feel weird. Talking to you about this is very uncomfortable for me. I’ve never discussed this, not so openly, not even with a shrink or a therapist.”

“What could be so heavy? What could be so bad? Did you kill somebody?”

“No, I’m serious. I never told anyone because I was too ashamed, you know. It was my secret to keep. I didn’t want the judgmental looks. When I finally began to admit to myself what was obvious, I embraced it but also, I still hid it. I kept it in the closet. But talking to you, I feel okay about it, especially since you so honestly revealed yourself to me. Now, I’m not that uncomfortable…a little unnerved but not uncomfortable. And, according to our rules, I will tell all and leave nothing out. I’ll be as specific as I can and I will be blunt about it because that’s my way. I will be as honest as you were to me. I have the need…I want to tell you about myself.”

So she began. At first, she was halting and finding the right words to piece together her sexual biography but as she spoke, she loosened up and the words started to fall into place. Her shoulders fell back into the chair and I could see her face relax, all the fret lines blending into her lightly tanned skin.

I should describe the situation. We have just completed a long bout of excellent afternoon sex. This is the third time we’ve been together and it is not as though we have a relationship. I am merely a fuck buddy to her and that is quite alright with me as I have no desire to have an ongoing, long-term relationship. Neither of us want that and so our relationship is fine as it is. She’s a nurse who is not being regularly fulfilled and I am her booty call. Discreetly, of course.

She asked me what makes me a good lover and who taught me. She wanted to know more about my sexual history. And so we made a deal. I went first and now it was her turn. I told her the truth about me, as far as I know it. I left nothing out. I am sitting on a double-wide Lazy-E-Boy across from her and she is on the couch. We are both naked. She is sitting with her legs apart displaying her moist vagina, moist from listening to my story. Since she is concentrating on finding the appropriate language, I cannot help but fill the pauses watching her other lips.

“I was always curious about sex but I was brought up in a strict religious environment and so all I did was think about it. I’d heard all the words and knew a little about what they meant. I knew what a pussy and tits were but although I knew the other words like “cock” and “fuck” but the real things were alien to me. But I thought about the words a lot. It wasn’t until I was sixteen that I even touched myself. I was at a slumber party and all the other girls were talking about sex and we all got horny. Eventually, they told me about jilling myself and then they showed me how. When I first came by bringing myself off, it was a revelation and a threshold long arriving. Now I knew what an orgasm was and what “to cum” meant. I embraced this new knowledge with both hands.”

“I lived a secret life after that, a fantasy life, if you will. And oh, those fantasies! My sex was my own and I could not share my pleasure with the world. Not that I was celibate, I certainly wasn’t. I lived in my room and jilled all the time. I was in love with how I made my cunt, another word I learned, feel. I wasn’t unpopular but I was a loner. I just thought the high school guys were all so childish. I knew better. I knew how to make my pussy dance and they didn’t. I rarely had time for boys but then came college and things exploded for me.”

“I lived in a private room within a suite of four rooms. We had a coed dorm so my roommates were of both sexes and a lot of flirting was going on between us. The fact is, I was attracted to all three of them. Well, one night during late winter, during a snow storm, we huddled in our room and broke out the candles, the joints, a bottle of rum, a bottle of tequila, a bottle of Coke and all our endorphins. A few rounds of “Truth or Dare” got us super horny. When I was dared to kiss a girl, I leaned over and frenched my roommate for about ten minutes. We felt each other up and had the boys heating up. The four of us went nuts experimenting with and on each other, fulfilling each others fantasies without inhibitions. I think I was in paradise. Having another pussy to play with, having two live throbbing cocks to use and having no inhibitions to deal with, I was transported. I did it all: ate her, blew the boys, drank cum, and got some DP while I went down on her. I can still remember that first time…even the smell of my aroused cunt brings back the memory. I was fulfilling my fantasies and then taking them a step further, pushing my inhibitions and reveling in my skin. I knew that I had to have lots of this in my life. I stretched myself out and went beyond my parameters, whatever pendik escort they were. We ended up rooming together the next year and with our frequent sex parties, the year flew by. Those were very happy years.”

“And then I met my first husband. We were only married for a minute. I wanted to settle down into normalcy. I wanted to put my libido on the back shelf and hide it away. He was straight-arrow, respectable and polite. Even better was his long, thick cock that I truly loved but, alas, there was nothing else there. I truly loved his cock stretching me like no other cock had. I thought that with that massive cock, we could satisfy each other and learn to love each other but it wasn’t to be. I think I wanted to put my secret sex life behind me and go straight. I wanted to settle down. But my brain needed stimulus, too, and he couldn’t provide that to me either. The long and short of it was that we got divorced, admitted our mistake and moved on.”

“I was out of college, alone, single and very horny. I got a job in the financial division of a big company and worked the none-to-five. Occasionally, I would rub one out in the Ladies Room during the day. That’s when another girl caught me. Fortunately, my sex life soon improved. I met a whole bunch of guys who would fuck a hole in the wall and women who could lick pussy at Olympian levels. For about ten years, I felt like a man with horny sex urges – you know, just do it for pleasure and don’t fall in love. I was free to be, to do and to enjoy my sex. I got into yoga in a big way and dabbled in Tantric exercises…especially at home. I was known within my circle as a woman who would anything for a good orgasm…and give one, too.”

“I accepted who I was and how much I loved and needed sex. I lived for the big “O”. My next husband and I hooked up at a swing so we knew about each others tastes. We played for about a year before he proposed. What happened was that I fell in love. It didn’t hurt that he was very handsome, was bi, had an eight-incher that was nice and thick. We seldom played and the few times we did, we did it together. We fit together well and it was tremendously satisfying. We were married a very blissful sixteen years, had two great kids and then he went and had a heart attack on me. I mean, not on me, but right next to me. Right after he came. He died happy.”

“He left me a lot of money and property and jewelry and let me tell you, I don’t worry about anything today. I’ve worked as a nurse to keep busy and have a sense of purpose. Since he died, I’ve brought my secret self out in the open a little more and had a lot of fun. To the outside world, I am a comfortable working widow living well on Casey Key but to the real world I am a slut for cock and pussy. And I have done it all: bi, lez, threes, fours, orgies, I suck, I swallow,…ummm, ass, d and s, you name it and I have loved it. I’ve been to swing clubs, nudist resorts, sex resorts, sex cruises, private clubs and you name it. I’ve had my body done to a turn. I have a deep well of experience and I use it. And now you know some more about me, too. I’m a lot like you. I agree that you can always be in the moment and aware of your body, too. I like to fuck. Period. God, I love pleasure. Does that change your opinion of me?”

“First of all, I am not in the least judgmental. Second and more important, you sound like a tuned-up female me. Sex is experiential. I know that with the right partner, another me comes out, one who relishes in shared lust. But I don’t think I have any fantasies anymore, I think I have fulfilled all of them.”

“All of them?”

“Yes. Do you have any fantasies left?”

“Yeah, a few. They change with my mood. Like I’d like to be the center of attention in a group scene. I never was…always a participant. I’d like to be tied down, spread eagled, and open to everyone. Me. The Star. The center of attention. Maximum submission. That’s one fantasy. Another, is to be a sex surrogate and help people to cum. Like a paid therapist who comes to their house once a week and teaches them about their bodies, about good sex and about stimulation. Either sex or both sexes, it doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’ve been having a problem.” I interrupted her. I sounded somber and restrained. “That’s why I made an appointment. Dr. Shrinkowitz referred you.” I let that sink in. “See, my prob…prob…problem is I can’t stay hard and I ca…ca…can’t c-cum. Can you he-help me?”

“Certainly. Don’t be nervous. I already spoke with the doctor and we worked out a treatment schedule and method for your problem. You’re in good hands.” She fell right into it. “Let me ask you some questions first. Do you have sex often? Do you masturbate and can you cum that way?”

“I used to have sex a lot but not anymore. I don’t have urges much. I sometimes get hard for no reason, sometimes in the middle of the day but it only lasts a minute. The doctor prescribed Viagra but it didn’t work.” I was really wringing maltepe escort the handkerchief. “I try to jerk off almost everyday. Sometimes, I cum and other times I can’t and I’m frustrated. I feel like I’m such a loser.”

“Don’t be silly. These things happen especially at your age. It can easily be remedied when you put your mind and your body into sync. Let me help you. Now just relax…close your eyes and just relax…take a deep breath…now release it…do it again…” She got up off the couch and sat next to me. Her skin touched mine. “Now, let me see your penis. Come on, pick up your cock and show it to me…,” she demanded, “hold it in your hand and show it to me.”

“But…but…” I was playing shy.

“I can’t help you if you won’t show me your penis. Put all your hangups and your fears on the nightstand and get into the moment, wherever it takes you. This is a fun journey. Let’s go. Set aside your inhibitions. I’m here to help. Use this opportunity to be true to yourself. You can do this.”

I pulled the covers back and exposed my cock. It was lying limp on my thigh and still glistening from the sex we had earlier.

“You have a nice cock…a beautiful cock. I’ll bet it can get hard for me. Make the big head swell. Take it in your hand and stroke it…that’s right, nice and easy…look at me…watch me…” She sat up and opened her legs, her pussy was only a couple of feet away. I could smell her sex, she was ripe.

“Can you smell me? That’s how much I want your cock…your big cock. It makes my pussy all wet.” She ran her finger up her slit and then into her mouth. “I’m wet from watching you…such a big cock…and so hard in your hand…you have a beautiful cock…so thick…look how hard you’re getting…for me.” I idly stroked myself. “Would you like to see what you are doing to me with that big cock?” She ran her finger up her slit and place the finger in my mouth. She squeezed her breasts and her nipples popped up and out. “See how my tits like you…my nipples are hard for you…”

I was now stroking with a goal in mind. She moved closer to me. I could feel her breath on me. She whispered, “Your cock is so hard…I want to see you squirt…squirt all over me, all over my tits…” I stroked harder and felt my orgasm rising. I had that look.

“Stop!” She said. “Take your hand away.” I did as she requested and she re-positioned herself between my legs. She wrapped my cock in her cleavage and started to fuck me with her tits.

“Watch me. See how my body is reacting to you. See how my tits love your hard cock. Fuck my tits.” I started to slide between those C-cup beauties. She grabbed the lube and squeezed some into her cleavage. Her tits began to squish and slurp my cock. It was an exquisite sensation. This pleasure went on for a few minutes before I began to speed up. Suddenly, she stopped again. She was edging me. I was so close! Maintaining my role and with mock gravity, I groaned in agony.

She got up and mounted me cowgirl style. Our eyes were locked together. She slid all the way down on my cock and squeezed. “Does that feel good?” And she did it again. I rose up to meet her squeeze and it felt like a tight fitting lined glove. As she dropped down, I rose up. We began to fuck this way for a few strokes. She spoke quietly about how she felt and what I was feeling. Her vagina was at once loose and slippery and then tight; snug as bug in a rug. “Can feel how good my pussy feels? Do you feel your balls tighten up?”

I grunted.

“Good. Good. Fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck…” Suddenly, I exploded within her sugar walls, I came and came and it was a real shooter, too. I arched up and sprayed her insides as she gripped me tight, squeezing it all out. And while I was cumming, she had her eyes closed and was having a very internal orgasm, too. She moaned in a steady rhythm. When she finally peaked, and again, it seemed totally internal, she squealed, held herself during her release and then slowly dismounted. “Good boy…good boy…you can cum. First session over.” Slowly, she flopped down on me. Nothing was said. Just quiet.

After maybe ten minutes, she said, “I’d make a good sex surrogate, don’t you think?”

“Boy, I’ll say. I couldn’t cum for no money…I tried everything even the vacuum cleaner…but you…” She was laughing and slapping me.

“You played your part well. I really got into the role. I was a professional…uh…medical cunt. I had fun.”

“I had fun, too. And for a third orgasm, it wasn’t bad!”

“I think we could cum all day.”

“You know, I once had a girlfriend. She was a nurse at Mather. She was bisexual, too. And black. And gorgeous. And married.”

“So?”

“So my question is: Are all medical cunts so hot? Are you all freaky?”

“Some of us…the lucky ones.” She smiled wide. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“So now that we knew that we’re a little freaky, what now?”

“Well first, I have to kartal escort go back and resume my life.”

“No, I mean, is there anything you want us to do, maybe next time we meet.”

“Oooh, let me think.” She pondered for a moment. “I have people I know that would like this. I’m thinking of a bi-nurse and a bi-intern…maybe I could ask them to join us. Or maybe you can just fuck me again. I don’t know what my whim is yet. I’ll have to think about it.”

“Maybe we could make a home movie. You know, invite a few people with the intention of making you the star and the center of attention. You can end up with your hands in concrete in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard.”

“What a delectable thought. I like that.”

“I thought you would.”

“But now I want you to eat my cunt. Suck all your cum out of it and feed it to me. Make me cum once more. And then I have to split, my shift starts in an hour and half.” She moved against the headboard and spread her damp legs. “I want to watch you.”

I moved slowly like a panther coming up on his prey. She was spread wide for me as I licked my lips. Her clit was peeking out from under its hood, it was wet and shiny and it looked like a perfect pearl. I single droplet of my cum oozed from her hole, it looked so sexy. Oh, do I love clam pie. Sigh. I took one long slurp from her pucker along and up to her fucker. I encompassed her entire vagina within my lips and circled her clit with my tongue. I moved down and entered her canal. With a sucking and slurping action, I was coaxing my cum out of her. She let out a little pussy fart and it released a flood of cum into my mouth. I held it my mouth as globs and globs of cum and pussy juice ran along my chin. Then I scooted up to her mouth and we tenderly shared the snowball.

“Mmmm. We taste good.” She cleaned my palate by swirling her tongue around and licking up my chin. I scooted right back down and went back to my favorite repast. I loved that this woman had a healthy appetite for sex and had an unbounded energy for it. Also, that she had such a sweet tasting vagina. I was glad to attempt to satiate her. It was my goal. But right at that moment, I was worshiping her vagina the best way I knew. My tongue traced her long, narrow slit and noodled around her large and prominent clit. She was responding the way I knew she would, by moaning, trembling and pushing her cunt into my face. My face was soaked with her copious nectar. I dripped her sex. Her scent had more of a musk to it this time around and was more powerful. It seemed that this time, we weren’t fooling around. This time was for real.

She spread her legs wider and pushed her mound into my mouth. I snaked my tongue into her canal and licked the walls. She squeezed her muscles around my tongue and groaned. I replaced my tongue with two fingers and rubbed her g-spot, sending her into more muscle squeezes. I worked my lips around her clit and gently sucked and nibbled at it. She clawed the sheets and arched her mons up at me. I did this a few times until she began to buck and alternatively, push against me. Her orgasm was rising and my aim was to help her reach it. She let out a yell and began to wail. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…oh yes…don’t stop…don’t…” Why would I stop? I was loving this, too. She cried out, “Put your cock in me. Fuck me hard.” In a flash, I stood and stabbed my cock into her in one wet and soppy stroke. I slid up to the hilt and pressed myself up into her. I slowly withdrew and did it again, each time becoming more forceful that my balls were slapping her ass. She groaned again and we commenced to hard, noisy fucking. I mean real noisy.

“Uuuuh, uuuuh, uuuuh…” With each stroke, she became louder and I became more forceful. “Oh…ooooh…” She began to piston back and forth, faster and faster. I was trying to hang on and stay with her but it was difficult. Also, the friction on my dick was bringing me up to climax as well. She pushed up against me and I felt her flooding my cock with her natural lubrication. I felt her squeeze me a couple of times and then her vagina loosened, her walls pulsed and she began to cum. “Faster…I’m coming…cu-coming…oooooooo…YES! YES!” Well that did the trick as I began to spray her insides like a fire hose. Whatever was left in my balls found its way out, that’s for sure. I fired about three volleys and then lost all control and shot two more. She seemed to collapse under me and I fell on her. We huffed and panted for a couple of minutes and then rested for a few more.

My limp hose fell out of her. We were laying in a pool of our cum and not caring. Finally, she looked at me and said, “My pussy is done for the day. That last fuck was so good but it drained all the cum from me. I can’t move.”

“I’m done, too. I think I have track marks on my dick.”

“I feel like I’m covered in cum. I’m all sticky. I feel oogy.”

“Oogy, huh? How ’bout we take a shower. Then we’ll step out in the sun. Good idea?”

“Sure. Just as soon as I can move.”

“I know what you mean.”

We lay there on the bed feeling very satisfied. “We fuck good, don’t we?” she said.

“We fuck like we were meant to fuck. We fit together well.”

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Man, I know I’m going to Hell for this, I thought as I worked my dick up Fatima Jawari’s deliciously tight cunt. The nineteen-year-old Somali Hijabi winced and looked up at me with innocent, doe-like golden brown eyes. Whispering gently, I asked her how she felt and Fatima assured me that she was alright. Good, I thought, and raised her shapely legs in the air as I worked my thick cock into her snatch. Nothing like nubile pussy, folks. It’s addictive.

In case you’re wondering who this is, the name is Marc Aurel, and I’m a Haitian-Canadian gentleman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I hold a Master’s degree in Business with a concentration in Finance from the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University. I’ve long been a workaholic and a womanizer, and my dimwitted Quebecer ex-wife Deirdre Villeneuve left me and took our sons Elijah and Mathieu to Montreal with her. I visit them three times a month. Life isn’t easy for me, as you can imagine.

I work as an auditor for the Canada Revenue Agency and after my divorce, I started spending a lot of nights at work. I became familiar with the night shift workers at my office building downtown, and I’ve got a thing for the Somali cleaning ladies who work in the building at night. Fatima Jawari, a lovely gal who studies at La Cite Collegiale during the day and works at night, simply happens to be my latest conquest.

Slow down, Fatima whispered, and I heeded her words as I continued fucking her. I had the sexy Somali gal lying on a thick wooden desk inside a storage room in the basement of the office building. In this secluded area, accessible only to security personnel and cleaning crew, Fatima and I had all the privacy we needed as we did our thing. About time, folks, seriously. I’ve been craving to get with Fatima for a while. At last, tonight, I finally got my chance.

From the first time I saw Fatima Jawari, I knew I wanted her. Standing six feet tall, slim yet curvy, with golden brown skin, dark brown eyes and long black hair that she always tucks away under her Hijabs, Fatima was simply irresistible. The funny thing? This pendik escort Somali chick didn’t even seem to know how unbelievably hot she was. I wanted some of her Somali sugar, and became determined to have it.

Now, when you’re dealing with Somali women and you’re not Muslim, things can get pretty tricky. You see, Muslim women are forbidden from having relations with men from other religions. It’s in their holy book. Sounds unfair if you ask me, especially since the same holy book claims it’s okay for Muslim men to marry women of any faith. Double standard much? You bet! You might be wondering how a thirty-nine-year-old brother like myself got within sniffing distance of Fatima Jawari’s sweet Somali pussy. Stay tuned, folks.

Every man’s loss is another man’s gain, remember that, folks. Fatima Jawari and I were acquainted at work and I flirted with her, but the shy gal never truly responded. One day, Fatima came to work with tears on her lovely face. Feigning concern while sensing opportunity, I approached her and asked her what was wrong. Fatima haltingly told me that her Somali boyfriend, Bilal something or other, left her for a white chick.

Now, if you know anything about black women, whether Muslim or Christian, you know that the absolute worst thing a brother can do to them is leave them for a white woman. Fatima Jawari was distraught, because, well, she had every reason to be. I comforted her and assured her that she was beautiful. Bilal is a fool for leaving a Somali goddess like you for some white chick, I said, and gave her a hug. Fatima hugged me fiercely, and held onto me a moment too long. I smiled at her and told her I’d pray for her, then excused myself. I have to patrol the building, I said to her, somewhat apologetically.

Over the next few nights at work, I was extra nice to Fatima, even going so far as to order her some food from the Shawarma King restaurant on Rideau Street, and sitting her down to inquire about her well-being. Fatima was in better spirits afterwards, and told me that she was thankful for my help. I looked at her and told her that maltepe escort a good Haitian brother like me would be remiss if I didn’t help out a sister in need.

Feigning altruism and kindness isn’t easy, but a slick and experienced dude like myself can pull off the sincere look. It just takes some work, that’s all. With females, man, the thing to remember is that you have to tell them what they want to hear. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Only then will they give you what you truly want, the P-U-S-S-Y. That’s my standard operating procedure when dealing with the female of the species. In my lifetime, I’ve fucked quite a few of them. Black, White, Chinese, Arab, and some ethnicities I’ve forgotten about. The same rules apply.

Fatima Jawari was hooked on my mixture of charm, slickness and kindness. Now all I had to do was reel her in. When a woman’s been cheated on, and left for a woman of another race, she needs a man who validates her beauty. I was determined to be that man for Fatima Jawari. I set out to seduce her, and our nightly conversations turned into heated flirtations, which led to kissing, fondling and heavy petting. We were getting there, just not fast enough in my book. Still, I knew I had to be patient. Females cannot be accurately predicted, man. That’s just a fact of life. My patience with Fatima Jawari was destined to pay off, ultimately. That much I knew. For in time, the sinfully sexy yet sweetly innocent Somali Hijabi offered herself to me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I finally had my delicious plate of Somali pussy in front of me and it was a meal I was determined to savor. Before sticking my thick Haitian cock into Fatima Jawari’s tight Somali cunt, I kissed her passionately and caressed those small, firm breasts of hers. As Fatima sighed happily, I spread her shapely thighs and gave her pussy a good licking. I had to take my time, and really work at it because, well, Fatima was different down there. Damn Somalis, they need to stop doing that barbaric “modification” shit to their women.

Fatima Jawari was a bit nervous but before licking her pussy, kartal escort I assured her that she had absolutely nothing to fear. Then I buried my face between her legs, and licked her sweet pussy like a hungry man. Soon I had Fatima squealing in delight, just like I knew I would. Once I had Fatima’s engine revved up, the Somali sister practically begged me for the D. Who am I to say no to such a cutie? I put Fatima on her back, got her legs in the air and then shoved my dick in her cunt.

The first thing I noticed upon sliding my hard dick into Fatima’s cunt was how tight her pussy was. Damn. It has been a while since I fucked a gal who’s under twenty. I fuck them all, ranging from eighteen to sixty. I banged a forty-year-old Saudi housewife named Afaf Mahmoud in Barrhaven, Ontario, last month. Before that, I fucked a plump Chinese chick named Vienna Chang up her ass at her dorm at Humber College in Toronto. My nine inches of thick, uncircumcised Haitian granite don’t discriminate.

Fatima Jawari proved to be a real screamer as I filled her cunt with my dick. Time to show little miss Somalia what us brothers in the Caribbean are working with. I swear, a lot of them Muslim broads are repressed, and it’s only while living in the West that some of them are starting to freely explore their sexuality. I was happy to help Fatima explore, and after plowing her cunt for a good while and making her cum twice, I pulled out of her and shot my nut all over her pretty face. Sorry, but shooting my cum over a Hijabi’s face ( while she has the Hijab on ) has been a fantasy of mine for years. Fatima shot me a look and I shrugged, telling her that it was an accident. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, then asked her how she felt.

The lovely and cum-soaked Somali cutie Fatima Jawari was all smiles, telling me that she felt absolutely wonderful. Glad I satisfied the lady, folks. With them females, if you don’t fuck them right, they won’t return to your bed and they’ll damage your rep among others of their kind. Sad but true. A lot of fellas haven’t learned that lesson. Me? I always leave them pleasurably sore and smiling. It’s a Haitian stud’s trademark. Fatima smiled at me and asked me when she might see me again. Tomorrow night and don’t wear panties this time, I whispered into her ear. Fatima’s smile was all the assurance I needed.

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You came in the door with an anticipatory look in your eye. I came towards you and gently touched my lips to yours. You slipped your tongue in my mouth and I felt your tongue ring. As your tongue swirled in my mouth, I had an instant quick orgasm and my pussy got wet. We sat down to eat and I could see you hungrily eyeing my body and my full gorgeous 42DD tits. I couldn’t wait to feel your hands on me. We quickly ate and grabbed our wine and cognac.

I insisted you try some to toast our shared Russian heritage. You took a sip and winced but I downed mine with enthusiasm. We cuddled and listened to music for a while and I took a few hits, which increased my desire for you.

As we started to kiss each other, I straddled you, putting your hands on my breasts. You touched them with tenderness but authority. You took my shirt off and revealed my red lacy bra. My breasts were heaving for the touch of your mouth. You began to lick my nipples and fondle my breasts and gently bite them. I throw my head back and revel in the amazing feel of your tongue ring tracing my nipple. I spasm and moans of ecstasy spills from my lips.

I pull off your shirt to expose your smooth hairless chest. The sight of your pierced nipples caused me to become wetter. I ran my fingers up and down your torso, gently tracing your 6 pack abs.

You moan and pull me closer and kiss me again, pinching my nipples. I take my breasts in my hands and stroke them, looking you in the eye. I feel your cock get harder and I start to play with your nipple rings. Tugging on them with my fingers gets us both excited. I put my tits in your face and you motorboat escort ataşehir them…I laugh. I titty slap you then go back to your nipples, licking and biting them. Your cock becomes harder and you push my face into your chest.

I pin your arms above your head and licked your armpits. I started grinding my pussy against your clothed cock. I can feel the wetness from my pussy dripping into my panties. I lay back on the sofa and crook my finger at you to lay on top of me. You mount me and take my pants off. I hear your intake of breath as you see my belly ring. You begin to lick it and pull on it. The sensation is so erotic that I push my pelvis up and yell “Fuck!

“You slide my pants off and I stand above you clad only in my silky red panties. I turn around and show you my ass and pull my cheeks open, pulling my panties up into my crack. You start kissing my buttocks and I get back on the sofa with my panties on. You start kissing your way down my body and bury your face in my cunt. When I feel your tongue ring on my clit. I left out a muffled scream. You eat my pussy like you are fucking starving for it. My pussy aches to feel your magnificent cock inside me but instead you slip a finger in me. You finger fuck me so beautifully that my G spot swells and I have multiple orgasms. I am fucking your finger and yelling “Don’t stop, you’re making me cum so hard

You start to lick my clit and then my anus…I feel the bumpiness of the tongue ring and it drives me crazy. You put your tongue inside my ass and fuck me with it…I can’t stop riding your face, it feels so fucking good. You put your finger kadıköy escort in my pussy again, then pull it out and let me taste it.

I suck your two fingers then kiss you so we can share the taste. U put your finger inside my dilated asshole and rub my clit in small circles. I tell you you are amazing and I need to feel your cock. I rip your pants off and start touching your swollen cock. I lick down the shaft and play with your balls and you put your hands on my head. I deep throat you and start to gently trace around your asshole. You moan and cry out that it’s so fucking hot. I put slight pressure inside your anus and gently massage your prostate.

I start to suck on your silky mushroom cockhead, swirling my tongue around the tip. You tell me it feels amazing and I say it is because I love to suck cock. I stand up and offer you my hand and we move into the bedroom. My altar is ablaze with candles and I light Lover’s incense. I take another hit of weed and blow the smoke on your cock, laughing. We both sip wine and you tell me my body is amazing.

You put me on my back and start sucking my tits again. I writhe on the bed and tell you I want you. You start to lick my pussy again; your tongue is lightning fast. You put your finger inside me again and expertly stimulate my G spot causing me to scream “Baby!” and beg for you to fuck me.

You get on top of me and dick whip me, making my swollen clit tingle even more. You rub the head all over my clit, making me crave you more. You are kissing me with more and more intensity and I moan into your mouth. You feed my pussy your dick and just leave maltepe escort bayan it there. My vaginal walls spasm in orgasm and squeeze your cock. You bury your cock inside me to the hilt and I scream. The sensation of your silky skin and amazing muscles take me to a whole new level of sensation.

You pull me on top of you and tell me to sit on your face. I crouch above your lips and spread my labia so you can see how aroused I am. I begin to gently rub my clit on your face and then end up rubbing my pussy all over you. I slide down so I can ride your rock hard cock

You start to wipe my juices off your face and I stop you, telling you I want to kiss you. I lick your lips, taking your bottom lip in my mouth and biting it. I lick all my delicious pussy juice off your face and start to rotate my pelvis, rocking back and forth. You moan and tell me it’s so fucking hot. You pull out and just tease me with the tip. I love it and keep trying to capture your dick, to have you fucking own my pussy.

I feel you throbbing. I turn to my side and put myself in the 69 position so we can lick each other. You tell me to lick your cock slowly and I do. I pull you on top of me and you start thrusting. My hips have a life of their own and I can’t stop fucking you. I cum so hard I squirt.

The bed is soaked and the slightly pungent girl cum is dripping off your cock. I want to taste it so I have you squat over my face and put your dick in my mouth. I lick you clean then you put your throbbing cock back inside of me. You say “I’m going to cum” and I nod and match your rhythm. You cum with a roar and collapse on top of me, our hearts are racing. I stroke your back and hair gently and you roll to the side, bringing me with you. We “spoon” with your strong arms around me and I put your hand on my breast. I snuggle into you and fall asleep blissfully with our bodies twined around each other.

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Disclaimer: I have never been to a Lit party, so this is just my fantasy. Similarly, what happens to tigerjen is fiction. She challenged me to write this, and agreed to be a character, but it is my fiction only. It is not an attack on, nor a realistic depiction of her.

So here I was, at the Literotica Halloween Party. Not my usual scene, but I knew it was my best hope to meet tigerjen, the seductress from Connecticut who had become my muse, my siren, my nemesis all in one. At least, she had told me she would be here. The big question was how to know it was she, at a costume party. The only clue the feline vixen had given in her private message was “ look for my little striped kitty”.

In order to amuse and seduce her, I had invested $80 in a custom Anthony Hopkins mask. When I first met Jen online, her posts were decorated by a description of herself as “ Sir Tony’s slut”. That self-portrait had enticed me, with its mix of cheekiness and seductiveness. Was the “slut” tag an accurate picture, a tease, or wishful thinking? If the latter, perhaps I was just the guy for wish fulfillment.

The party had a surplus of vampires, executioners, fairy tale females, witches, whores, strippers, cops, nurses, and other stock erotica characters. A Little Bo Peep, complete with sheep, handed me a stiff drink. Normally I prefer bourbon, but the sting of the tequila was warm and restored my enthusiasm for the hunt. I grabbed a bottle of a shelf, knowing that a great white hunter always goes into the jungle well supplied.

Knowing that Jen shared my love of food, I circulated through the restaurant towards the buffet. A fine array of hot and cold foods were supplied, ranging from cold cuts to hot hors d’ouveres to roast beef. I set my sights on the fruit tray, specifically the peaches. If I knew jen, or, more particularly, if her poetry reflected her personality, she would need a peach before the nigh was done. Building on that hunch, I flagged down a passing Cable guy and requested a bottle of peach schnapps. When he returned, I set a little tigress trap on a table for two- one bottle, two glasses, and a fruit plate.

I watched as several prospects wandered past. Catwoman looked fine, simply divine, in black vinyl and spike heels, but the blonde hair peaking from beneath escort ataşehir the hood shattered my hopes. A swirl of stripes soon dissolved into a black goddess in a leopard print- spots, not stripes. A fine catch, but not my prize tonight.

Then, trapped in a corner at a large table, being monopolized by a bore dressed as a gladiator, I spied a set of tiger ears. My eyes patrolled lower, taking in the whiskers, the face painted stripes, the delicate lips, the tiger print leotard pulled taut by full ripe breasts – cantaloupes, not peaches, but, oh well. My hopes improved as I spotted the almost empty liter of peach liqueur, on the table, and the remains of fruit on the cocktail saucer in front of the candidate.

I flagged down a passing waiter cleverly disguised as a chef, and, for a five dollar tip, he delivered my “ bait” bottle to the corner table. The tigress accepted the gift graciously, apparently asking where it came from, then making eye contact. She raised a shot glass in a salute, and downed the shooter. A moment later, she grabbed hold of a pause in the gladiator’s soliloquy stood up, and started weaving her way towards the ladies room. I noticed that her spectacular hips where shrouded by a sarong, in tiger print fabric. Then I spotted the temporary tattoo on her ankle, depicting a cartoon tiger. I knew she was my prize! Now the hunter just had to follow the scent.
As she went past, the tigress tried to catch Sir Tony’s eye, but I was distracted by the tattoo. Her scent however was enticing- a unique personal blend, no doubt, full of spices and jasmine, with a hint of peach or tangerine, and cinnamon. I muttered- “oh, Clarice, undercover again?” just loudly enough that only she heard. She giggled bewitchingly, and then growled softly, in her trademark tone. My prey was engaged in the ballet of the hunt, the dance of seduction. If I was truly Hannibal Lecter, it might even be a dance of death. I was about to ask whether she truly preferred peach schnapps to Chianti, when she disappeared down the short hallway leading to the “Ladies”. I discretely followed.

Like any good hunter, I had reviewed the killing ground already. No one had entered the washroom for several minutes, and three women had exited. If the size was equal to the kadıköy escort Men’s, there were only three stalls. I knew women tended to primp in clumps in front of the mirror, but guessed that Jen was likely the only one in the room. If I was wrong, I’d do a drunken shuffle, sputter “ Hey, thisss izzzzn the men’s”, and leave.

I mustered up Anthony Hopkins calm, but still, was cautious as I opened the door. I breathed a silent sigh of relief as I saw that the only occupant of the tight space was Jen, busy rearranging her skirt in front of the mirror. I slid quietly into the room. The moment here eyes met mine in the mirror, I hissed “ Nice disguise, Clarice”. I advanced behind her, pressing her bodily against the vanity counter. My hands ran up her sides, stopping to caress and cradle her ample breasts. I whispered into her ear “I didn’t survive on the run without learning camouflage, my sweet.”

I roughly massaged her bosom, then ran my hands down her abdomen, closely rubbing her inner thighs. I eased backwards just enough to slip my hands under her rear, fingering inside her thighs from behind, then pressing open her buttocks with my powerful thumbs. I squeezed the ripe flesh.” Rump roast”, I murmured, struggling not to join Jen in her giggle.

“ Okay, you pass the weapons check,” I continued, my lips brushing close enough to taste the tiny hairs lining her outer ear. I ripped her sarong off, exposing a dainty but sluttish tiger striped thong. “Will you behave, or do I use your skirt as a gag?” I demanded.

My fingers moved around her hips, pushing aside the lace, searching for her damp opening. I leaned back, dramatically sniffing. “Is that fear I smell, Clarice? No, not fear, merely a musky dampness- Connecticut 1974 I perceive.”

By now, my hands were fully inside her panties, roughly thumbing her sex open, as my fingers spread her labia. Tiring of the constricted space, I decide to step up the pace. Without further ado, I bit her neck, ripping the panties clear off in the same moment. She moaned. “ Hush”, I whispered, pulling back just enough to release my cock from the prison of my pants.

With the same boldness that I had caressed Jen, I lifted her back onto my pole, dropping her wet musky pussy on my meat. Once I accomplished maltepe escort bayan that, my right hand returned to her breasts, rolling her nipples roughly. My left hand fund her gigantic thumblike clit, pulling, twisting and teasing it as she bounced vigorously up and down, leaning back further into me.

We moved in sync, our energy increasing as the passion built. The pressure grew in my balls, my cock stiffening to record size. The location, the possibility of discovery, the occasion, the mask, the tigress- it all was the hottest sex I’d ever had, better than a fantasy. Jen used her hands to brace herself against the counter, pushing herself harder down onto my pole, then levering herself back up. Each time she landed, my length deep inside her, she grunted or groaned. Quickly, these sounds became feverish moans, accompanied by a symphony of wet smushy percussive sounds generated by the sex.

I then stabbed my tongue repeatedly into her ear like a miniature cock, my hands mauling her breasts roughly, driving her to the edge of orgasm, but denying her that pleasure. I stepped back, my cock pulling free. I pulled a black silk tie out of my pocket. “ I’m afraid I need a head start Clarice.” I bound her hands behind her back, and then pushed her up against the side wall of the tiny room. The smell of sweat, sex and excitement was overpowering. Now, perhaps, I sniffed a top note of fear. “No fear, my dear, this is just a game we play. You shall live tonight to be dinner another day.”

My fingers mow found their way back into her vagina, parting her labia, teasing her clit, three long strong digits fucking her better than any cock she’d ever had. To muffle her cries, Jen bit her lip. her excitement was so intense, it drew a pearl of blood,. My tongue snaked across her cheek, savouring the taste of Jen’s life force. I kissed her mouth, sharing the experience, as once again, my hard cock found its way inside her. The instant I plunged with the first new stroke, Jen’s wave of gratification released, my lips sealing hers to swallow her scream.

As her cry subsided into a moan, I whispered in her ear “Look for me in Venice, amongst the fruit stands. I’ll be buying a few treats for our first feast together.”

With that, I vanished out the door as swiftly as I could, exited the fire door into the alley, watching for a cab to flag down. Jen was left bound in the Ladies room, to decide for herself whether to wait until another Lit gal found her, or to hobble, half undressed, back to the party. Would anyone believe her story?

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This story is entirely true. Every bit of it, though some may only exist in memory, is true.

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It had been years.

Sometimes it was hard to remember just how many—years, it had been years—maybe the count was nearly nine now? He struggled to contain himself, could barely believe that he was finally there. As the plane had made slow circles, agonizingly slow, over the city during its descent, it would have been all too easy to be caught up in the fact that he had never been this far north, that he had certainly just seen a professional baseball arena, that he had never experienced a city like this, or that this was only his second flight in his life.

As the plane made slow, slow circles, endless as a fractal pattern, deliberately forcing him back to patience when his mind and heart ran ahead of his breathing, such slow circles over the city, it was impossible for him to focus. He had known her for nine years and had longed for her, had lusted for her, had waited for her and had promised himself to her for seven of them. Now, when so many circumstances demanded that he not have her, when all the world said he should give her up forever, he was about to arrive before her and see her in person for the first time, and know her, and hug her, and love her as he had for years, now, if only the damned plane would stop making those excruciating circles over the city.

Finally they were on the ground; finally they taxied up to the dock; finally he was flicking on his Blackberry, anxiously awaiting further instructions. The booting screen was so slow, slower than the millions of circles the plane traveled as it descended to the Philadelphia airport. ‘Dammit!’ he thought, carrying his single bag with ease, his fingers jittery with excitement.

And finally the tiny phone, little electronic bridge to all his friends, all his family, and to her, came to life fully and the tiny red LED began to flicker and he breathed a deep sigh of relief and felt the electric thrill shoot through his brain. His mind began to wander to her beautiful face, the fair skin with gently blushed cheeks, thick, dark eyebrows like kanji calligraphy over rich forest eyes. Those eyes that he had seen in so many photos all the time they had known each other—years—those eyes that always sparkled with a unique zest for life, with a passion for experiences that he envied, and he loved. Those loving, deep, absorbing and entrancing eyes, those eyes that had said so much to him, though they had never been lain on him. Those eyes that were joined by a beautifully sloping nose, full, which turned down just slightly at the tip, leading one’s gaze to thin, pink lips. Those lips that were never turned down even slightly, lips that always were on the edge of breaking into a great smile, a warm, welcoming, endearing smile, one which destroyed all the barriers around the heart and made a person want to tell his entire story, truthfully and completely, because that smile just comforted you that way.

That was the face in his mind as the tiny red LED began to flicker and he fumbled to scroll into his messages. “Take the train to the second station. I’ll meet you there.” In just minutes he would see her, and hug her, and know her for the first time, and he would be hers, if only for a few days, and she would be his for as long, and they would know what their love was. Just a quick train ride and he would know her for the first time.

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He was overwhelmed by her energy. Her life radiated outward and touched everything nearby, and he was included in that everything, and so he was made into the fullest version of himself when he was around her. The tour of the city was amazing, truly amazing, and he could hardly believe that he was here, drinking of this rich experience, immersed in this incredible impossible culture of history, of pride, of strength, of creativity, of passion, and of America itself. Everything they saw, everything he took in, everything was remarkable in its own right. Surely this was the way to live, taking it all in, appreciating every shadow, every crack in the sidewalk, every stone with a story, every person with a story. Surely this was life.

But he was even more taken by her breathtaking energy. ‘Where has she been my entire life?’ he continued to question, ‘where have I been my entire life?’ He could barely break away from his fascination with her, with her energy, with how faithful she was to everything he had imagined for all this time—the many years it had been, leading to this week.

“Let’s go back to my brother’s apartment; oh you get to meet him! Wow, I can’t believe you’re really here, this is so cool!” She was electric.

And he was electrified by her, but he couldn’t allow that to break through his cool, his façade, his image, his reputation for being a hookup artist, a true ladies’ man, a wooer of the senses. He couldn’t let her know how deeply and quickly she got to the core of him, so he just responded, “That sounds great, babe. Let’s do that.”

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His lips pressed against hers. His right hand held pendik escort her cheek gently, so, so gently, and their lips met in the first kiss, that first scintillating, mind-numbing, sensory-overloading kiss. Her eyes were closed, lost in the moment, and his were open, as they always were. His girlfriend thought it so odd that he kissed with his eyes open; he just wanted to take in the angelic face of the woman sharing such a blissful moment with him. He wanted to cherish every moment he spent pressing his hungry lips against someone that was just as hungry, just as involved, just as satisfied to be right there in that moment. And he was watching her face as he pulled away, breaking contact after just a few moments, watching for any flutter of insecurity or uncertainty in what they were doing, watching for any sign of rejecting him, or thinking less of him, or being disappointed by him.

‘I’ve waited for that. Wow, for so long I’ve waited for that.’ “It’s been a long time.”

He barely realized he’d spoken, but surely she hadn’t heard. Yet she had. And as she slowly fluttered open those deep, miles deep, deep like the ocean itself they were so deep—as she slowly fluttered open those deep forest-colored eyes, rich with the colors of all the leaves of all the trees, she nodded and her lips were still wet with him and were parted and she sighed her agreement. He was in heaven. If nothing else came of this trip, that kiss had put him in heaven, because he had waited so long, so many years, and now he felt like they had been together the whole time. He had six days to kiss her that way, then, it was off to college and back to the Girlfriend.

Oh goodness, she mentioned his girlfriend.

“Does she know? I mean, about us, about you, about how you feel?”

He was ready for this question. He knew that the Girlfriend didn’t approve, he knew that the Girlfriend knew, he knew that the Girlfriend had somehow acquiesced—or had she just given up? Regardless, he knew that he couldn’t spoil this moment with guilt, with that sense of fidelity; here, before him, here in his arms, here just inches away from his face were the slightly swollen lips of the woman he had loved before he had known what love was and he just couldn’t let her in on the guilt that he had hidden away during the flight, and all he could say was, “She knows how long I’ve known you. She knows what we’ve talked about. She knows so much and I think she’s okay.”

And more than that, he knew only that he wanted to be the Man for her, the one that was here, the one that he had waited so long for—so many years.

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The night sky was clear. The moon shone overhead and moonbeams drifted in through the vent in the roof of the tent, drifted in on the slightest breeze, blown in by the romance of the trees just outside their tent. The grass beneath the floor was cool with the night breeze, and the stars reflected off the flecks of dew scattered across the field near them. Something about the night was beautiful, something about the night called to the Spain, to the France, to the cobblestone, to the castle, to the wine and to the candle in his heart. Something in the night begged him to have this moment, and to savor it, and to taste it, so sweet like strawberries in honey and sugar, to smell it and cherish it, like a well-aged wine stored in the deep stone shadows of a cellar, to be enriched by it, to be overwhelmed by it, to be completely immersed by it, and to love it.

So he loved it. And he loved her. And she loved him. And there, on the floor of that tent, they lay beside each other and pressed their lips together again. At first, they were gentle, they were exploring. At first they were two teenagers, fumbling on a third date, anxious to move ahead, to get more physical, but hesitant to ruin something that had been so beautiful. At first they were kissing, hungry, passionate, but reserved, held back by the years they had had apart, by their previous experiences, by the intimacy they had known in words, and in thoughts, but never in person. At first they were just two people, in love, but never together, unfamiliar with the other’s wants, uncertain of their own wants. At first they were just two people.

Then, something came in on the breeze. Something animal. Something primitive, but not something frightening, or aggressive, but something lusty, and heady, and heavy, and thick. Something rode in on the romance of those trees, and on the innocence of those moonbeams. Something came in, was smuggled in, between the folds of the sunlight reflected off the moon, and then they were one person, one animal passion, and they were certain of themselves, and what they were doing, and what they would do, and what they wanted. Something came in on that breeze and suddenly they couldn’t just keep kissing.

He crept up to his knees, hunched over her, his breath thick and heavy in his chest, dripping with his desire, saturated with his want for her. His eyes sparkled in the moonbeam and in them shone whatever had come in on that breeze and what was maltepe escort in his eyes was reflected in hers and suddenly he had to have her. He had to please her. He had to give her body everything that he had. He had to show her to be the goddess that he had believed her to be for all those years. He had to give her what he had so desperately wanted for her since he had learned what it meant to please a woman. As a growl rose in his throat, something animal, something primitive, something that had come in on the romance of those trees, he knew what he wanted for her and he didn’t care if anything more happened, because it was all about her.

He restrained that animal within, that pure, unchecked, unlocked natural lust and he peeled her shirt off, planting kisses on her sweet, pink lips, and her cheek, and her jawbone, and her neck, and her collar, then on her belly, on her ribs, on the swell of her breasts against the bra that contained them, and on her shoulders. Her fair skin shone in the moonlight and something else that had rode in on that breeze, the pixie dust on that moonbeam, embedded itself in her flesh and he was taken by her and he was hungry for her. He pecked at her, tasted of her, licked and nipped and languished kisses upon that fair skin; he tried his best to absorb that pixie dust and have it in him forever. As he labored over her, cherishing her, taking in all of her gently curving torso, the tiny swell at the top of her jeans that flowed over her navel, and the soft, soft skin of her belly, that led right up to her ribs and the beautiful curve of her breasts, up to her collarbone and that sweet, sweet crook, right where the neck met the collar, where the warmth of her entire body seemed to gather—as he took all of her in, she unsnapped her bra and gave to him those luscious breasts, those gentle curves, those dark, swollen areolas, those sites of all the marvel and passion and sensitivity that were the female form, and he descended upon them like the shadow over rolling hills, like the raincloud blown from the mountaintop to finally saturate the fertile ground of the fields below.

He brought his lips so near them, breathed his warm, heavy breath, that breath dripping with desire, across her supple flesh and he knew that the hair on his chin tickled her and he felt her shiver beneath him. He dragged his lips, his teeth, his tongue across and over and around those full, round mounds of nerve endings, endless expanses of synapses and connections meant just for pleasure, and he tasted of her and kissed at her and took her into his mouth, and she was his, and he was hers, and her pleasure would be his right now, right in this moment. ‘My God,’ was the chorus in his mind, ‘My God how have I lived without this?’ He savored those breasts, and he kissed and licked them until she squirmed and writhed beneath him, trickles of sweat running down her body—were those hers, or his from his brow, which was scrunched in concentration on her pleasure—glistening and sliding over her soft curves. He was in heaven. All that he could want in the world was beneath him, and he wanted it all, but he wanted her to be satisfied, to be fulfilled, to be pleased on the deepest of levels, and so he crept back up her body, a trail of gentle, wet kisses up the sweep of her neck, along that kind jaw, up to those precious pink lips, for which he had waited so long, so many years.

Their kisses this time were not gentle, were not exploring, so much as they were pleading, they were thick with the electricity in the air, they were moist with the desire between them, and the thing that had rode in on that breeze. Their kisses were starving, desperate attempts to seal all the space between them, to bring their consciousness together, to melt their minds as they would eventually melt their bodies.

This time, she pulled away from him. This time, he was left panting, flushed, warm, excited, raging furious that she had stopped their rapturous engagement, desperate to have those lips back. He stretched his neck toward her, and snatched a kiss or two more, even as she turned him over, gently, firmly, resolved in her intent, and pressed him onto the ground on his back. And this time, she traced kisses down his cheek, his neck, his collar; this time, she peeled off his shirt, and her eyes took him in, and she saw every part of his body, the body for which he labored so many hours and worked so hard, and in that moment he was never more proud than for how she looked upon his taut chest and lightly chiseled stomach, the tiny trail of hair that led down into his jeans. In that moment she took him in, and he was hers and none else, and he was given over entirely to her will.

Her will, her desire, was much as his had been—to give supreme pleasure, to leave him fulfilled, to leave him satisfied, to be his and to make him hers and to take her time giving him her best. She traced kisses along the body that he had always dreamed would be laid out before her like this; she slid her tongue over and around the lines of his abdomen, outlining kartal escort the muscles there, setting through him lightning bolts of response, quivers, shakes, shivers, and involuntary twitches brought on by her ease, by her feather-light touch, by her moments of uncertainty about time and space and reality. Currents ran through is body as though he were being electrified, fried right to his core, but that the electricity did not harm him; rather, it invigorated him, excited him, aroused him. Her kisses, her fingernails, the very tip of her nose, her wet lips—they set his skin afire and lit his senses ablaze as she undid his buckle, as she inched his pants down his hips, over his thighs, those defined and cut thighs, and down off his feet. She tossed them away, her gaze lusty and heady and set in his memory for eternity; she tossed them away as though they were locks and bolts restraining her from what she really wanted, and she lowered those lips toward his crotch and she began ministrations that so engulfed him in feeling that his mind reeled and all thoughts ceased. ‘My God,’ the chorus clamored in the hollows of his mind, ‘My God how have I lived without this?’

She was skilled, she was focused, and she was entirely invested in his pleasure. He was lost in the warmth of her lips around him, and in the tugging of her hand at the base of his shaft; he was rising out of his body, engaged in something divine, in something deeper than he could fathom, and he was brought back by gentle popping, as her mouth left his member, and he felt that something on the breeze, just before she dove back upon him hungrily, taking him, making him hers.

She worked up and down and around his cock, her tongue washing him, stroking him, teasing him to ever greater heights, promising him release then easing him back into the torturous rapture that only it could provide. It had never been this good. He had never known head this good. Even the Girlfriend didn’t compare—goodness, how did he feel to be thinking that now, of all times? But the thought passed with the popping again, as he was released from the warmth of her sweet, sweet pink lips, and felt the desire on the breeze blown in by the romance of those trees, and then she had him again, his full attention, his body tense and also at ease and so completely hers.

Her masterful lips, dexterous tongue, and gentle, patient stroking were bringing his restraint to its very end; he could not contain himself much longer and, in a moment of clarity, wondered about their boundaries. Wondered how she would handle him spilling forth into her without warning, though surely she could feel his swelling beneath her lavish attentions and her stroking; he wondered how she might respond to him bursting forth now, now at the peak of this immense pleasure, at the head of this great service she did unto him, at this masterful command of his natural masculine response to such administrations. He choked out, through the lust that had sealed shut his throat, that he would come soon, that oh God yes keep going, wow, oh, he was coming—and he erupted within her.

And never did she stop, nor slow her ministrations. And only did she cast those gleaming eyes upward at him as she consumed him, as she took him into her mouth, her throat, and her belly, and as she caused him to spill forth again and again, for what seemed like hours, days, weeks, as his head spun, and his body raced to the clouds and to the mountains and crashed back to the ground and his eyes rolled and his jaw went slack and he was spent with the force of his orgasm. He panted and fought for breath, struggled to find coherent thought, to find power to move, and he slowly, so very slowly, slower even than the terrible circles the plane made as it descended, so slowly came back to reality. He became aware, gradually, of the moonbeam, illuminating the tiny dust particles in the air, as it passed through the roof of the tent. He began to see the walls around him, the flooring beneath him, to feel the rolls and swells and lumps of the ground just outside the floor of the tent. He could feel her fingernails dragging along his thigh, electric pulses still racing in his veins, but subdued now, pacified by the supreme release that she had caused.

In the passing moments—were they hours and minutes or just microseconds?—he started to remember the heights of ecstasy to which she had just taken him, and he knew what he wanted for her, and he knew that she had moved out of turn. He knew that he had to pay her in kind for the wondrous pleasure she had bestowed upon him, but that even more, even more now than when he had daydreamed of her wonderful face, even more than when he had kissed her that first time, even more than the dreams he had had of her laid open and welcoming to him, beckoning the pleasure that only he could bestow, even more he knew that he had to please her so deeply, so thoroughly, so completely, so honestly, so blissfully, and so skillfully, because he sensed that he would not be able to perform in other capacities for her after that incredible release. He had to be at his very best in the moments to come, and he had to be for her what she had just been to him, and he had to make her whole, and to make her his, and to be hers, and to be invested entirely and solely in her pleasure.

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Once I arrived home I flopped down on the couch. Brian wasn’t home yet. I was exhausted and immediately went upstairs. I peeled off my clothes. I dropped them haphazardly into the floor and squeezed my breasts to ease their ache. It felt good to be free of clothing after a long day, especially a strange one. I turned on the shower, running the water on a medium high temperature as I usually did. I liked very hot baths.

My muscles almost instantly relaxed under the cascade of steamy water and I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly. This was the first time in a few weeks I was able to use a shower to relax instead of just get clean. I piled fancy, strong-scented soap on a bath poof and scrubbed off the day’s dirt and sweat. The smell of violets, amber and musk filled the bathroom. My mind drifted back to the hypnotism session, how the incense had aided in my trance. It had been amazing to be touched again and so refreshing to be in control, even if it was just in my mind.

Maybe there was something to what the doctor had said. For the second time that day, I felt in control of my situation. My body was aware of itself under the hot water. My eyes closed and my brain eliminated all sound except the millions of high-pitched tap of each drop slapping my body and the tub floor. In my mind I replayed the scene from earlier. Surely if I could think it, it could happen. If it was so strong and felt so real, it had to be possible.

I was resolute. Tonight I would seduce my husband and it would not fail. But I had little time. I quickly washed my hair before leaving the shower. I dried off quickly, not worrying about styling my mane. It was shamefully natural looking, the unruly waves appearing as I raked fingers through it. I thought quickly as I entered the bedroom. What to wear? What to do? He could come home any second.

I heard the front door open and footsteps. ‘Oh lord!’ I thought. I was giddy and panicked all at the same time. Without thinking much, I grabbed the comforter in my fingers and ripped it off the bed, throwing it into the floor. I snatched the white top-sheet from their careful tucks and wrapped it around my body.

“Eve?” Brian called out. I felt stupid, flushing as I realized I was only wearing a sheet. This wasn’t sexy at all! I looked around, ‘Where to wait for him? Should I call out to him?’

“Eve?” He called out again. pendik escort He was on the landing! I eased onto the bed in the dead-center. ‘Look seductive?’ How did one go about doing that consciously without seeming fake? ‘Fuck!’

“Eve?” His feet tromped up the stairs. ‘Oh God!’ I thought. As if a last defense against looking stupid, I slammed my wide eyes shut and pretended to be sleeping. ‘Why did I do this?!’ I screamed at myself in my head, somehow managing to slow my breathing. He walked down the hall past the office and his feet stopped at the bedroom door.

“There you are, I-” he stopped himself, I guess seeing that I was “sleeping”. I thought he might turn and leave but instead he stepped closer. ‘What is he doing?’ I thought, ‘I’m sleeping?’ I tried not to breathe harder as anticipation covered me with goosebumps.

He stopped at the bedside. I wished more than ever that my eyelids were like those two-way mirrors. If only I could read the expression on his face. The silence was killing me. Just as I was milliseconds from opening my eyes and pretending to wake up, I felt fingers on my face. It was such a small tender touch, something I hadn’t felt in a long time from him. He was watching me sleep and must have felt an impulse to reach out and touch me.

His thumb traced over my lip and I couldn’t help but shudder. Tenderness transferred into such deliberateness could make any woman shudder. My eyes stayed closed. I was too afraid I would stop him. His thumb moved and I felt the angle of his hand shift on my face and his lips replaced his thumb tip. Paralyzed, I let him kiss me. Small, soft, luxurious kisses. Each one meant the same thing… they all made me melt. Instant arousal nearly drove me to wrap my arms around him, but I fought with all my power to let him do what he wanted. After all, that was all I ever really wanted… for him to spend his pleasure on me whichever way he wanted. Though chaste touches, they were not weak or pedestrian, they were special.

He moved his mouth away and I thought my heart would shatter into a thousand pieces. Was he going to leave now? Involuntarily, I let out a little moan and immediately regretted it. I was sure that damned noise would destroy everything. It almost startled me when he… chuckled. It didn’t sound snide or mean, it seemed to be a chuckle of genuine amusement. He quietly maltepe escort whispered to no-one, though I could hear him clearly, ‘Don’t want me to stop?’ I wanted to vehemently scream, “No!” but again I fought hard.

His hand moved from my face, down my throat and over my collarbone then to the folds of the sheet over my breasts. Again I thought my heart might shatter but for a different reason. I was almost surprised he remembered where my nipple was, but he found it after a moment, stiff through the sheet. He turned the tips of his fingers lightly around the swelling bump and my whole body blazed to life. Surely I couldn’t handle it anymore… how much longer would I let him touch me like this?… till I went crazy?

Letting go of the aching diamond-hard bump, he ran his fingers down my stomach. ‘I can’t stop a response if he touches me there… I can’t!’ I yelped in my head. Index finger and middle finger pressed into the sheet between my thighs. His flat hand rubbed lightly from the place where my paralyzed knees almost trembled to the crest of my thighs. I was sure I would explode, the heat so intense where his fingers rested that he had to know I was conscious but he continued.

Lightly pressing, he stroked at the top of my slit, where my clit would be if he spread the soaked lips apart. A moan slipped out again and I cursed inwardly, though I wasn’t sure whether it was at the mistake or at the power the stimulation had over me. I was powerless to stop him, unable to react lest he stop…

Then his hands left me altogether. I heard him take a deep, long breath. Was that deep breath because he was aroused too? But why? How?

I felt some weight one either side of my head, his palms maybe? He breathed over my mouth, as if he was hesitating… thinking of kissing me.

‘Please!’ I called out in my head. He breathed shallower now and lowered his lips against mine. My body trembled as his tongue pushed apart my lips and slid over mine. I kissed him back, still restraining as much as I could, suppressing the moans that rose in my chest. After a moment, I tasted him with equal fervor. The sloth of the kiss became hurried and fumbled. It wasn’t suspension that held us in the air of anticipation, but the weight of lust that drove us downhill… our passion turning over itself until his shirt-buttons snapped and flew across kartal escort the room, his zipper screeched apart and his pants were around his knees.

Ineptly, I was touching his glorious cock like a virgin who’d never felt one. There was no mystery as to where it would be as soon as that last white impediment was removed. Soon it was and my legs fell open. One of his hands grasped the sheet along with a fistful of my long hair, another fumbled clumsily at my chest. Almost immediately he was between my legs. He ground his hips against mine attempting once then a second time to press into me, our groans shaking the walls, rattling our skulls. With one able thrust he fully embedded himself in me and began repeating the motion as fast and as hard as possible. Senselessly, I laid there cursing as he stroked himself with my body, unable to tell up from down. There was no time and not enough wit between us to employ any special skills… this was raw, stupid barbaric mating as perhaps the creator had intended it to be.

Accompanying my dizzy inability to tell the difference between up and down was the inability to distinguish one orgasm from the next. My orgasms instead heated, cooled, swelled and contracted violently into each other – instead of a definable moment, an immense, stupefying, inescapable state of being. He eventually climaxed, some eons or seconds later and still thrusted until he was no longer erect. He never-the-less stayed buried inside, his weight bearing down on my heaving chest.

And afterward, he rolled to my side and we laid there quietly. Glowing, I couldn’t help but smile. But once our breath was caught, I lay there confused as to what had just happened. What had this meant? Was it all primal? Was this an ‘I’m sorry?’ Were there feelings behind the events? Was this the end of our dry spell?

I knew what this had meant to me. I had felt loved and beautiful. I felt like he appreciated me. It had been very primal for me once I let go. I perceived it had been primal for him but what about the feelings behind the actions? They had been so tender and reserved at first but was he just testing the water or had he meditated on my body? He had apologized before… but was this the final physical way he expressed it? Was he ready to obey his more primal urges, to let go of worry and go for me anytime? I certainly hoped so. I decided not to feel upset about it but instead to deal with things as they came to a head. Why spoil this moment when it felt wonderful just to lay beside him feeling somewhat like a sexual equal… feeling so united with him while remaining a separate being.

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