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Our initial experience together was truly incredible, and we all concurred, leading us to arrange a second threesome. It was scheduled for a Friday night following a regional work meeting in the city. We reserved a hotel nearby, close to bars and the meeting venue. The anticipation was so intense that it was difficult to concentrate on work matters during the meeting. I felt somewhat nervous. The previous time had been for the most part, spontaneous, with alcohol playing a key role. This time, however, was different, yet equally thrilling. We finished our meeting early, around 3pm. So still dressed in a managers uniform we made our way to the nearest bar. It was quiet, a little warm, so we chose an outside table. Perhaps they could sense my nerves, or maybe the anticipation had bee playing on their minds also, but before any conersation began we all had a littlr chuckle. That broke the ice. "soo, looking forward to tonight? Vanessa asked."yes!" i replied. "Been thinking about it all day". And from there the chat flowed fairly easily, with a giggle here and there from the girls. A few drinks in and we decided to check in early, sorting take out dinner when we arrived. I had imagined this second time around would be much like the first. Alcohol fuelled and perhaps later in the night. Well wasn't I wrong, The thought of tonight had made all of us extremely horny, with the girls not hesitating to undress themselves almost straight away. Not wanting to expose my heightened enthusiasm I took off my shirt last, throwing it over a dining table chair. The same chair that would see some of the action later on. Nicole grabbed me by the scruff of my jeans, walking backwards as she led me to the bedroom, stopping a few metres short for a kiss. A very sensual kiss, the sort you'd somewhat expect during foreplay. Vanessa however, was a much more 'aggressive' kisser. Not at all a bad thing mind you, and she interruped our kiss for a passionate embrace of her own. With the both of us. Watching the girls kiss was a massive turn on, I think that moment was one of the highlights of the night, surreal in a way. Atleast as a spectatre. After their kiss the girls turned their attention on me, pushing me onto the bed. I was in for a bigger treat than I could have even imagined earlier in the day. Possesed with passion and without any hesition both girls pushed me backward onto the bed, immediately tackling the belt and zipper on my jeans. As soon as my hard cock was out of it's constricting Calvin Kleins Vanessa was down and sucking harder than ever, with Nicole eagerly watching on. That in itself was a huge turn-on. Having the girls watch each other with such interest. They took turns going down on me while stripping off what was left of their clothes from the day. I sat up, fully naked now with clothing scattered here and there all about the room. Wanting to fuck both the girls they could see the desire in my eyes and with great synchronisation they both bent over waiting their turn. Seeing both girls, side by side on the bed, put a cheeky smile on my face as I put some thought into taking action. Who would I fuck first? For how long? The sort of questions running through my head only slowing things down as I stared at their bare asses. Nicole was closer, so I placed my hands on her hips and slid my hard cock into her pussy, she was very vocal and extremly wet, her juices almost running down my inner thighs. I fucked her slowly but thoroughly and deeply for a couple minutes, reaching for a boob occasionaly. Vanessa, Patiently waiting her turn glanced over, still in a doggy style positon and ready, whispered "fuck me". I shuffled over about a foot and ran my hands up and down her back. Gently using my nails as I reached forward. She was fitter than Nicole, I personally found her a little more attractive, and slighlty more reserved of the two girls. But she was more than ready, and I entered her from behind and paused momemtarily to savour the moment before contuing to thrust away. It was like a porn movie, I had never had two women lined up waiting for me before. To this day it has not happened again but I sure as hell made the most of it, moving back to Nicole. More vocal than before her moans were making my cock harder and harder. I slowed down to try halt my orgasm but who was I kidding. I was cumming soon and I was going to cum hard. I pulled my cock from her pussy and said "Im going to cum" masturbating gently, edging myself ready. Both girls sat up and turned around, leading me to the chair I'd ealier thrown my shirt on. I stood before it, not wanting to sit down, I needed to cum. And the two girls wanted me too. They were on their knees sharing me, no longer taking turns now but almost fighting for prime position.I started shooting cum, on both their faces, on their tongues, they lapped it up with such passion it was incredible to see. I sat down, flinching and twitching as the girls tried for more. But I couldnt, the intensity of it had me needing rest,and a shower. The second meet certainly lived up to the hype of the first encounter, exceeding all expectations and rekindling the excitement that had initially sparked between us. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the anticipation of what was to come, and you could almost feel the undercurrent of excitement as we exchanged glances. You can imagine the gossip and giggles of next Monday's meeting, as our colleagues would undoubtedly dissect every detail of our interactions, fueled by curiosity and perhaps a hint of envy. The office was abuzz with speculation, and I could already picture the playful banter and teasing that would ensue as we recounted our experiences. Vanessa moved back to Holland not long after our second meeting, which meant that there was never a chance for a third encounter to solidify the connection we had begun to explore. The bittersweet nature of her departure lingered in the air, leaving a sense of what could have been. I did, however, have the unexpected pleasure of seeing her for dinner in Amsterdam during my travels. It was a delightful surprise, one that I hadn't anticipated, and it felt like fate had intervened to bring us together once more. As it turned out, she was good friends with the cousin of the girlfriend I was traveling with, which added an intriguing twist to our reunion. The four of us caught up for dinner at a quaint little restaurant nestled in the heart of the dutch city, surrounded by the charming ambiance of Amsterdam's canals and twinkling lights. The evening was filled with laughter and conversation, as we shared stories and reminisced about our lives since we had last met. Not a word of our passionate past was discussed, though, which was both a relief and a source of amusement. It felt as if we had entered a kind of unspoken agreement to keep our history tucked away, hidden beneath layers of friendly banter and lighthearted exchanges. Instead, there was just a cheeky smile between us, a fleeting acknowledgment of the spark that once ignited our connection, and the understanding that some moments are best left in the past. The rest of the evening flowed seamlessly, filled with general conversation about travel, life in different cities, and our plans for the future. As the night wore on, the ambiance of the restaurant, combined with the delightful company, made for a memorable experience. The laughter we shared echoed off the walls, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere that felt both nostalgic and refreshing. It was a beautiful reminder of the connections we forge in life, some fleeting and others that linger in our hearts, shaping our experiences in unexpected ways.

In the early 80s, when we were in our mid-20s, my husband was attending a 10-week course in the UK. The children and I stayed in West Germany. We exchanged letters at least once a week, but midway through his course, I received a letter from him that left me stunned. He expressed a desire to see me with another man or with him and another man. I didn’t respond for two weeks, and when I did, I questioned what he thought of me and whether he valued our marriage. In his reply, he was very apologetic, explaining it was just a fantasy and promised not to mention it again. But it was now 7 weeks since he left, and I was missing that feeling of his cock inside me. I had fantasised about my husband’s best friend, Steve, in the past. And if I was going to fuck anyone other than my husband, it would be him. Steve was the first friend of my husband that I met when I landed in Germany. He met us off the airport bus and took us to our married quarters. He has been a good friend to us both ever since. Steve later got married, but his wife didn’t try to fit in with us; we had too much history together from before she came on the scene. While my husband had been away, he had always brought any mail to me from camp, and often stayed for a couple of hours, just chatting. I knew that he would jump at the chance of fucking me if I gave it to him. He may be my husband’s best mate, but when it came to a fuck, especially with squaddies, friends came second. And yes, over the years, I had often thought what his cock would feel like inside me. Don’t get me wrong, I had had plenty of opportunities since being in Germany with my husband. I could have been fucked loads of times by loads of different cocks. There were plenty of single males in the barracks always trying to get the married women into bed. The most I had allowed was a grope on the dance floor during nights out at the Battery Bar or discos that had been organised. Anyway, husband came home and never spoke about his latter, and neither did I. Occasionally, Steve would come over for the evening for a drink. One night, he didn’t leave until 5am and his wife wasn’t very happy with us. She told us not to send him home in the early hours again. So, the night I had his cock inside me, he didn’t return until the afternoon the next day. And it wasn’t even planned I asked my hubby if he could borrow a projector and some porn movies from one of the single blokes in camp. Now this wasn’t an unusual request; married couples often did this and invited other couples to watch them and for a drink. Alcohol was Duty Free to soldiers and their families, so there was always a good supply in our homes. I used to watch everyone at these film nights; the women holding their hands tightly between their legs with the knees, the men crossing their legs trying to hide their hard-ons. It never went on late, they wanted to go home and fuck each other stupid. Me and the husband used to fuck all night. This night, Steve and his wife were invited, but she didn’t turn up. There were three other couples there, too, so as the only person alone, Steve became the projectionist. I can’t remember how many films there were, but the one that stuck in my mind and had my juices flowing was the woman being fucked by two men. Watching her having a cock in her mouth and her pussy at the same time made me decide that I wanted what she had. I think I used it as a training film for what was to come. I hadn’t had two cocks together before and didn’t have a clue. One cock had always been enough in the past. The couples started to drift away. Once the first couple left, I knew the rest wouldn’t be long. There were a couple of films left and we decided to watch them before we called it a night. I was sitting in the middle of the sofa, where I had been all night. Hubby next to me. Once the film was on, Steve came and sat the other side of me. The first was a gangbang. The woman was fucked by five cocks. At one point, she had a cock I her mouth, arse and pussy at the same time. The next was about two married couples. First, they started fucking their own wives, then changed half way through. Some of the time, the wives had both cocks together so they both managed to be fucked by both husbands, in their mouth, pussy and one of them even had a cock in her pussy and one in her arse at the same time. The sad think was, in those days, there wasn’t any sound to the films, so I couldn’t hear whether she enjoyed it or not. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol that made me decide, along with watching these women getting fucked by loads of cocks, but I asked Steve to put the one on again with the woman and two men. He put it on and came and sat back down. Husband was doing what he had been doing all evening; arm around my shoulder, gently stroking the side of my tit through my clothes. My hand was resting on his knee and I started to move it gently up and down towards his cock, getting higher and higher each time, until I had my hand resting over it. I could feel how hard he was, and I could feel each throb it had. I moved his arm from my shoulders and put it on my knee, inviting him to find his way to my pussy. At first, he didn’t move. I remember that I had been wearing a button up dress that night, buttons from top to bottom up the front. I had to unfasten the bottom two buttons, exposing my inner thighs to my husband and Steve, trying to get him to move his hand gently up my thigh towards my waiting, wet pussy. I parted my legs for him, pushing Steve’s leg with mine. I knew Steve was watching my husband’s hand, hoping for a glimpse of my knickers or pussy. I was going to let my husband do that for him. This bit was a test to see if he would go through with letting another cock inside his wife, to fuck her pussy, her mouth and to cum inside her. He now knew that I was willing, but it was up to him to allow it to happen. His hand didn’t take my dress any higher, so I decided to try something else. Slowly, I unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock free. My hand wrapped around it, I slowly moved its skin up and down his shaft, feeling his cock harden and throb more. His hand now moved higher, wanting to feel my pussy. I wanted his hand to feel it too. My insides were burning and my juices flowing. I could feel the wetness between my legs. Eventually, my dress was high enough for him to press his hand over my pussy. I felt him pull my knickers to one side, slipping his middle finger inside me. This was enough to send me into my first mini orgasm. Watching all those films, knowing another man was looking at my pussy, anticipating both cocks inside me; all these made sure I came quickly. I had cum in front of another man. I hadn’t done that since I was 16, before I met my husband. I don’t think Steve knew what to do, so, while my husband had his fingers inside me, I used my free hand and took Steve’s cock from his jeans; he was certainly hard. I knew I needed to make them both cum quick so that they could fuck me longer. I moved my husband’s hand and knelt on the floor in front of them both, still holding and gently wanking their hard cocks. Pulling Steve’s foreskin fully back, I placed his cock inside my mouth, sucking him and flicking my tongue over his read and swollen head. I started slowly, speeding up when Steve started thrusting upwards into my mouth. When I knew he was near, I took him out of my mouth and wanked him faster. As he started to cum, I took him back into my mouth again, swallowing his cum and I felt spurt after spurt hitting the back of my throat. I couldn’t send him home to his wife with cum on his underwear and jeans. I repeated this with my husband, until the were both limp in my hands. I knew they would both be hard again soon; Steve was going to fuck another pussy and my husband had seen me swallow another man’s juices. And this was just the start of the night. His fantasy was coming true. My husband told us both to go upstairs while he made sure everything was tidy downstairs and the windows and doors locked. Once upstairs, I stood in front of Steve. He came over and kissed me hard, starting to undo the buttons on my dress. His hands squeezed my tits through my bra, one hand rubbed my pussy through my knickers. He dropped to his knees in front of me. Pulling my knickers to one side, he licked my lips with his tongue. My pussy was soaked and swollen. I spread my legs a little so he could suck my clit. Just as my husband walked in, I had my second orgasm. I was standing there with another man’s mouth licking and sucking my pussy, my juices running down Steve’s face, as my husband undressed in front of me. I watched him and as he removed his pants, his cock was hard already. He moved behind me and pulled my dress from my shoulders and unfastened my bra. He reached around me with his hands squeezing my tits hard as Steve slowly removed my knickers. My husband’s hand slid down my back and under my arse until it was covering my pussy. Steve stood and undressed, too. His cock was also hard. I reached out and slowly wanked it as I felt my husbands cock between my legs, rubbing up and down my pussy, in between my lips. My whole body was tingling with excitement. I had never felt this way before, anticipating these two hard cocks inside me. My mind drifted to the porn film where the woman had a cock inside her pussy and her arse at the same time. The way I felt at this moment, I would let the men do this to me. I had never had anal sex before, but, at that moment, I would do anything. Steve gently pulled me towards the bed. I didn’t know what to do with two cocks; I was going to leave it to them to use me as they wanted. Steve climbed on and got onto his knees. I knelt on the bed and bent forward, taking his hard cock into my mouth again. Feeling it throbbing in my mouth, I knew it still wouldn’t take much for him to cum again. As I bent forward, I felt my husband’s hands gently part my arse cheeks, opening my pussy to him. I felt his tongue flicking in and out of my pussy and around the soft insides. His fingers were massaging my clit, bringing me close, but not over into an orgasm. I heard him say something to Steve, then felt Steve remove his cock and move around to the back of me. I put my head down on the bed and closed my eyes as I felt a cock at the entrance to my pussy. I looked around to see my husband guiding Steve’s cock into me. He rubbed the head up and down between my lips then placed it at the entrance. Steve gently pushed until his cock was fully inside me. I let out a moan as he entered, feeling my insides stretch to fit his cock inside. I felt him start to withdraw and at the point his cock was at my entrance, he pushed it back inside. Immediately, I forced my arse back into him has I came loudly. He kept his cock forced deep inside me until I relaxed, then started a gentle rhythm, fucking me and keeping the sensations running through my body. I felt him remove his cock, but a few seconds later, a cock was thrust all the way into me and continued hammering hard until I came again. I felt something sticky and wet against my face and looked to see Steve’s cock waiting for me to take it into my mouth. I pulled him into a sitting position by his cock and licked my juices from him as my husband got himself into a rhythm fucking me. I knew that if he went faster, he would cum. It wasn’t long before he took his cock out and I took the opportunity to sit astride Steve’s cock. Opening my legs, I lowered myself onto him. I didn’t move too fast, I wanted this to last. My husband pushed me forward towards Steve. Steve grabbed my tit’s, squeezing them hard. I felt my husband rubbing the entrance to my arse, making it wet. He gently pushed first one and then two fingers into me. It felt great with his fingers in my arse and Steve’s cock in my pussy, moving in an out of both my holes together. My husband removed his fingers and I felt him move behind me, pulling one of my arse cheeks to one side. Steve stopped fucking me, he knew what my husband was going to do. By this time, I did too. I felt the head of my husband’s cock at my arse. He pressed slowly, but my arse didn’t want to allow it in. I began to feel my arse stretch to fit his cock. It hurt, but I was determined my arse was getting fucked tonight. Slowly, his cock started to find its way inside. I could feel it on the thin skin between my arse and my pussy, sliding against Steve’s cock. Suddenly, my arse opened and allowed my husband’s hard cock inside for the first time. I don’t know if I screamed in pain, but it soon became unimaginable pleasure having two cocks in my wholes, fucking me at the same time. I remember constantly screaming as time after time I orgasmed. I actually felt first my husband spurting deep into my arse. Steve soon followed, his juices hitting deep inside my pussy, giving me one final orgasm before they both became limp, both cocks falling from my holes. I collapsed forward onto Steve, kissing him hard, forcing my tongue down his throat. My husband had collapsed onto me and was kissing my neck and shoulders. He whispered into my ear that the night wasn’t over yet. He wanted to see Steve fuck me on his own and for him to fuck my arse. I wasn’t about to argue. Looking at the clock, it wasn’t yet midnight. I put on my dressing gown and they put their underwear back on and we went downstairs for drinks. We sat around the kitchen table talking about what had just happened. The husband was excited that his fantasy had happened. Steve said that from the day he met me he had wanted to fuck me, but I was the wife of his best friend and he wouldn’t do anything about his feelings. I did admit to them both that I had often thought about Steve’s cock inside me. My husband asked if this was likely to happen again as he would be fine with it. Steve said the same. I said that the problem would be hiding this from Steve’s wife so if it did, it wouldn’t be too often. I felt Steve’s hand on my leg under the table, making its way upwards between my legs. I opened them to allow it. As his hand reached my pussy, I closed my eyes, leaned back opening my legs wider and moaned. This let my husband know what was happening under the table. Steve asked me to stand and he moved the chair. My husband cleared the drinks from the table. Both cocks were hard again. Steve turned me around and opened my dressing gown. My arse was against the table. I sat on the edge, opened my legs, lay on my back and held my legs up. I felt a tongue between my legs. Both their juices had leaked from my holes, leaving them still wet and sticky. Steve was licking the mixture of all our juices. His tongue also delved into my arse, making sure this entrance was wet too. Again, my body tingled, knowing that soon Steve would be fucking me in both holes. I lifted my head to see where my husband was. He was stood at the side of Steve, slowly wanking, watching Steve about to have sex with his wife. I saw Steve stand, holding his hard, swollen cock and moving it towards my pussy. I still watched as I felt the head open my lips to allow his cock inside me. I couldn’t keep my head up as I felt it slowly stretch my hole until he was deep inside me. Steve took hold of one of my legs and my husband the other, opening me wide for Steve to fuck me. He started thrusting into me hard, making me cum quickly. I arched my back from the table as I came. When I relaxed, Steve turned me over so that my arse was free for him. A pair of hands pulled my arse cheeks apart and I felt his cock against my arse, but this time, it allowed him in easier. Another hand moved under me and rubbed my clit hard. I didn’t know whose hands were where, but I didn’t care. I was in a state of constant orgasms again as Steve fucked my arse hard. Again, I felt hot juice spurting into my arse as Steve came into me. I also felt hot cum land on my back and arse. My husband whispered to me that he had just wanked over me and that Steve still had to cum in my pussy, and so had he. This meant that they hadn’t finished with me yet. If he meant to worry me, it didn’t happen. My arse and pussy were a little tender and I suggested we go to bed to rest for a while. My husband seemed a bit disappointed, but he also knew that they would both be fucking me again later. I lay in the middle of my husband and Steve in bed. I spooned against my husband, holding his cock in my hand. Steve spooned against me, holding my tit, his cock resting against my arse. We fell asleep, but I was woken up later with that tingling sensation between my legs. I lay on my back. I looked down to see my husband with his head buried between my legs, using his tongue and lips on my pussy. Steve was at the side of my head, hard cock in hand. My husband took the other pillow and placed it under my arse, raising me up. Steve pulled my head round and placed his cock into my mouth, holding my head in place while he gently fucked my mouth. My husband raised my legs and pushed them up towards my chest. I felt his cock slip inside me. I was obviously soaked down there. I don’t know for how long or what they had done to my pussy, but his cock slid in really smoothly and with the way he was hammering into me, he intended emptying his juice into me soon. I felt him speed up and felt his cock swell as he emptied into me. At least four hard spurts of his cum hit me deep in my pussy. As soon as he pulled out, Steve took his place and continued where my husband left off. This time, I was ready when Steve was, and we came together. The both crawled up to either side of me and we all slept again until morning. Steve fucked me once more in the morning, my husband wanking himself until he came again. We all showered and dressed. Steve stayed for lunch before returning home to his wife. I did fuck Steve again a couple of month later, this time with my husband and my friend Dawn. And later, with Dawn, her husband and mine. But those are different stories. If you want to hear about them, please comment below. My husband had introduced me to a new way to enjoy other cocks and with my his consent, and nowhere, other than in the forces, were there so many willing cocks to use.

An Erotic Story. Tilly was a neighbor who liked to visit and ride horses. After his daughter went to college, Frank began watching her from a deer stand situated right behind her house. From there, their relationship took a more personal turn. The house had become very quiet since my daughter went to college a few months ago. My wife had died in an accident when our daughter was just a toddler, so I had been raising her alone all these years. We received a significant settlement from the accident and bought a small ranch in the countryside. On the back 10 acres, I kept a couple of horses for occasional trail rides, mainly because my daughter loved taking care of them. A neighbor's house was just across the fence, accessible from the road on the other side. A pretty girl named Tilly lived in this house. Tilly also loved horses but didn't have any of her own, so it wasn't unusual for her to wander over whenever she saw my daughter out working or grooming the horses. She was probably no more than a young teenager when she first started coming over, which would make her about 16 or so now . . . maybe older. A young woman drinking coffee As I mentioned, Tilly was a very attractive girl, with wavy blond hair and big blue eyes. Her body was trim and fit, and she looked fantastic in a swimsuit. I knew this because she had a swimming pool in her backyard, and I had seen her there many times. Occasionally, she would slip on her sandals and come over to see what we were doing with the horses, still wearing her skin-tight swimsuit. With her beautiful face and great little figure, I always knew she would grow up to be stunning. I hadn't really seen much of Tilly since my daughter left for school. I would occasionally spot her in her yard when I was out with the horses, and we would exchange waves and hellos, but I guess she didn't feel comfortable coming over without my daughter around. With hunting season approaching, I decided to move my deer stand from the woods to a tree at the back of the horse pasture. There had been an overabundance of deer in recent years, and I had noticed them frequenting the horse pasture a lot lately. One evening later that week, I got home around 10 pm and went out back to feed the horses. They were, of course, not happy that I was late with their dinner. I heard some noises in the woods nearby and decided to climb up in the deer stand to see if the deer were passing through the pasture. As I sat quietly and looked around, I noticed several lights still on behind me at Tilly's house. Since there was no house behind them, they didn't have any window coverings closed, and I could see her parents sitting in front of the TV in the living room. The window of the next room was also lit up, and I could see a bed with a frilly comforter neatly spread out across it and a dresser with a mirror on it. It looked like a girl's room, so I assumed it was Tilly's. She wasn't in it, so I felt only a little mischievous... studying her room and imagining her lying in her bed... naked. I hadn't noticed the small frosted window just beyond her bedroom window until I observed movement through the blurred glass. It had to be a bathroom, given its height. I saw flesh-toned movements several times until Tilly suddenly emerged from the bathroom into her bedroom. She had a red towel wrapped around her, covering her from her chest to just below her hips. I realized I wasn't seeing that bright red in the bathroom window, so it must have been her bare skin. My mind told me to stop looking and climb down, but my body and increasing arousal wouldn't let me move. She sat on her bed, facing the mirror, and began brushing her wet hair. After a few minutes, she returned to the bathroom. Again, my brain signaled it was time to leave, but my now fully aroused state urged me to stay until she came back into the room. And I was glad I did. Tilly finally turned off the bathroom light and returned to her bedroom. Her hair was dry now, and she still wore her towel as she pulled some clothes from the dresser drawers. My jaw dropped as she turned and let her towel fall to the floor. It happened in an instant, but I saw her entire naked form before she sat on her bed. Viewing her from the side, I couldn't recall her having such beautiful breasts before. They were small and almost pear-shaped, but from the side, I could see her right nipple protruding from her chest atop a "handful mound of flesh." She had beautiful breasts, but no hair below. I continued watching, waiting for her to do something, then realized she was examining herself in the mirror. First, she sat up straight, pushing her chest out as far as she could, then she reclined on her elbows, tilting her head from side to side before opening her legs. I cursed the fact that I could only see her from the side as I felt my arousal pressing against my pants. She admired her body for another minute or two, then sat back up and leaned over, placing her feet into her panties one at a time and pulling them up. When they reached her thighs, she rolled back, lifting her bare ass off the bed and pulling her panties the rest of the way up. After that, she found her nightgown and dropped it over her head, then put her arms in and let it fall over her body. She stood up and did a little dance (I presumed she had music playing), then walked over to the door and turned off the light. I could just barely make her out as she made her way back to the bed and climbed in. I watched until she got all covered up and stopped moving, then went back inside my own house and jerked off, imagining myself lying on her bed with her sitting up on top of me, brushing through damp hair while she rocked her hips up and down with my cock stuffed high up inside her. The next time I saw Tilly in her backyard, I called her over to the fence and asked why she hadn't been over in so long. "The horses miss having you around," I told her. "You know . . . you can come over and ride anytime you want." "Really?" she asked. "I didn't know if you would want me over without your daughter being here. I miss them too." She seemed genuinely happy that she could be around the horses again. In fact, she came over not 30 minutes later, while I was still in the barn messing around. She went to both stalls and talked to each of the horses while she stroked them with her hand. It was a sweet site to watch, especially since she was wearing a pair of tight blue-jean shorts and a bare midriff crop top. "You can saddle one up if you want to ride," I suggested. "Can I just ride bareback?" she asked. "I'm just going to stay right around here." "If you want," I agreed, moving over to assist her in placing the bit in the horse’s mouth for the reins. She led the horse out of the barn, and when she paused, I interlocked my fingers low for her to step into on her way up onto the horse's back. Facing me, she placed her left foot in my hands, then turned around and swung her right leg over the horse as I lifted her up. I watched her firm little butt pass right in front of my face and tried not to make a sound. She glanced down at me with a smile, thanked me, and I once again pictured her looking down at me as she moved against me. She began to walk the horse away from me slowly, her hips gently bouncing up and down on the horse's back, making me wish I were that horse. I returned to what I was doing for a while, but couldn't stop thinking about Tilly out there in tight shorts, her legs open on my horse. I went outside where I could see her, and as I watched, I wondered how a girl couldn't feel aroused riding bareback. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it seemed like she was deliberately rubbing herself against the horse's spine with each stride. When she turned to come back toward me, I could have sworn she tried to sit more still as she rode. I walked out to meet her to ensure she didn't need anything (but really . . . just to see her up close again on that horse). "Do you hunt out here?" she asked as she approached. She was looking toward my deer stand as she asked. "Not yet," I replied. "But maybe this fall." "You better not shoot the horses", she warned me with a grin. "I'll try not to", I said, trying to get a good look between her legs . . . without her seeing me, just on the off chance that she was getting her jollies on my horse. "Can I get in the stand?" she asked, turning the horse towards it . . . before I could answer. I followed on foot. "Sure, if you want to,” I replied. Tilly slid down the side of the horse until her feet hit the ground, then handed me the reigns and went to the bottom of the ladder. I watched her sweet little ass sway from side to side as she climbed, moving closer . . . so I was almost looking straight up at her. Her shorts did look a lot darker up between her legs, but that could have been the shadows, or where the seams come together, but I hoped it was wet from her pussy . . . being rubbed up against my big horse. She sat down at the top and looked around, commenting on how different everything looked from up that high. She looked around behind her and noticed her house. "Wow, I can see in my room from up here." "Oh yeah," I said. "Which one is yours?" She looked down at me with a big smile on her face. "Why do you want to know?" she teased. "Just curious," I said. "You brought it up." She looked back at the house and pointed. "It's the one to the right of the patio," she answered. "But you better not sit up here and watch me . . . now that you know," she warned with a playful grin. "I wouldn't do that," I said, grinning back. "Besides, what would I see if I did?" I asked, already knowing. "You'd be bored, I promise," she replied with a quick wink. "Oh, I doubt that," I said, wishing I hadn't . . . as the words were coming out of my mouth. She gasped in surprise, then grinned bigger. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes. "Nothing," I said, feeling myself blush. "It just sounded like you were putting yourself down, and I was disagreeing." She sensed my uneasiness but pursued the conversation more. "Disagreeing about what?" "That someone would be bored watching you," I said. "You're a very attractive girl, and guys don't get bored watching pretty girls." She was grinning from ear to ear . . . hearing the compliment. "Why do I feel like you're going to be watching me . . . from up here . . . from now on?" "I never said that," I said defensively. "And we better change the conversation before it gets even more naughty." She laughed at me, and started climbing down. I stood at the bottom of the ladder and watched her ass come closer and closer. She looked down and caught me inspecting her body, but chose to ignore it. "I'd better get home," she announced. "You want me to put the horse up?" "No," I said, "I'll do it for you." "OK, thanks", she replied. "I'll come over tomorrow and brush him out for you. I know I'm not supposed to ride . . . without doing some chores. Your daughter taught me that." I began walking the horse back to the barn, but turned and watched Tilly climb up and over the split-rail fence as I walked. Once on the other side, she looked back at me and gave me a smile and a wave before jogging to the back door and going inside. I kind of felt weird about our conversation and hoped she didn't tell her parents about it. On the other hand, she didn't seem weirded out about it one bit. In fact, she sorta seemed to enjoy it. The more I thought about her, the more my cock itched. I finally pulled it out right there in the barn and jerked off, pretending it was her hand doing the pulling . . . while I unzipped her tight shorts and maneuvered my hand inside her panties, cupping her warm, wet pussy. I started cumming as I imagined my finger slipping inside her tight, silky hole, and I could almost hear her yelp in delightful surprise. That teen girl really had a way of turning me on. That night, I felt compelled to check on the horses and decided to take an old pair of binoculars with me. Coincidentally, it was the same time of night when I had seen Tilly through her window a few nights before. I barely glanced at the horses before noticing her bedroom light was on, and instead, I climbed into the deer stand. I sat sideways on the seat, watching her empty bedroom. Her bathroom light was on, so I patiently waited for her to come out. She went through her usual routine, sitting on the bed wrapped in a towel, brushing her wet hair while looking in the mirror. As she got up to dry her hair, she paused and looked out the window before returning to the bathroom. When she came back a few minutes later, she went straight to the window, cupped her hands around her eyes, and tried to see outside. I knew I was concealed by the darkness and she couldn't possibly see me, but it still felt as though she was looking directly at me. She returned to her bed and sat facing the mirror again. She checked the window one more time before she let her towel drop down to her waist. I was seeing her from the side, but that didn't stop my cock from rising. I held onto it through my pants as she leaned up and grabbed a bottle from her dresser. I picked up my binoculars and focused in on her naked body. She poured some of its contents into her hand and began rubbing it on her opposite arm, then switched hands and did the other arm. She started rubbing some on her flat belly, and checked the window before she rubbed some of the lotion on her breasts. Even from across her backyard, (thanks to the field glasses) I could tell her nipples responded to what I surmised was the liquid, and became fully erect. She stood up and held her towel at her hips to keep it from slipping. She switched on a small lamp beside her bed, then walked to the door and turned off the bright overhead lights. Her room was much dimmer, but I could still see her! She let the towel drop to the floor and rolled naked onto her bed. Sitting up against the headboard, she faced me and poured more lotion into her hand. Her alluring legs were stretched out in front of her, kept closely together. She drew her left knee up and crossed her foot over the other side of her right leg, seemingly careful to keep her thighs together and occasionally glanced at her window. My cock was throbbing and I let it out of my pants at this point. After coating her left leg with lotion, she repeated the exercise on the other leg. When she finished, she put both legs out flat in front of her again, then filled her hand with lotion one more time. She stared at the window for what seemed like a long time, then finally opened her legs and slowly rubbed lotion between them. Between her hand and the dim light to her side, I couldn't make out much, but I knew what she was doing and started pulling on my cock . . . as I watched. She continued to rub on her pussy for a minute or so, but kept looking at the window and seemed to be too nervous to really enjoy herself. She looked kind of mechanical instead of someone masturbating. She finally chickened out and reached over to turn off the lamp. I kept watching, but it was pretty dark. Every once in a while I would see movement that made me think her knees were pulled up and her legs were parted. I finished jerking off, shooting my load out into the night, hoping that she was in there getting herself off too. The following morning, Tilly arrived promptly as she had promised, just as I was heading out to the barn. As she approached, I couldn't help but notice how her tight black shorts accentuated her figure. They were made from a shiny, sleek material that clung to her skin, so much so that it revealed a "camel toe," outlining her form beneath. Her yellow top, held up by thin straps, ended a couple of inches above her shorts, creating a striking look that seemed intended for my eyes. While I tidied up the storage room and she groomed one of the horses, we engaged in light conversation. I found myself frequently glancing at her firm figure whenever she had her back turned. Her shorts were snugly fitted, leaving no trace of panty lines, which made me wonder if she was wearing any underwear at all. Despite my rising excitement, I managed to control myself. Eventually, I couldn't resist any longer and decided to join her where she was. I used the horse as an excuse, and stood next to her as she leaned over brushing the horse's lower half. I ran my hand down the horse's side. "You're doing a good job," I told her. "Thanks," she replied, looking up at me with a smile. Her top was loose and hanging down. At that point, it was confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see both of her budding breasts hanging from her chest. She noticed that I was looking down her top and stood up. "I should probably dress more appropriately . . . if I'm going to be around horses, huh?" she asked as she adjusted her shirt, with a big smile on her face. "I love the way you're dressed," I responded, risking sounding like the perv I actually was. She grinned, "You wouldn't rather me be in jeans and boots?" "To begin with . . . you would look cute in anything," I said, patting her upper arm. "Might as well show it off." "Am I showing it off?" she asked as she began to blush. She turned her back to me and resumed brushing the horse. "Not really," I said, knowing that she was. "I probably shouldn't even be looking at you . . . like that." She looked back at me over her nearly bare shoulder. "It doesn't hurt to look," and not caring that I noticed or not, her focus was now on my erect cock that was pushing out the front of my jeans. I stepped up right behind her and ran my hands up and down her arms. "That's why I like you. You seem much more mature than most girls your age." She leaned back against me. "Awe, thanks", she said, crossing her arms and grabbing my hands with hers. She pulled them across her body, forcing me to give her a hug from behind. I felt her firm butt pressing up against me . . . just below my crotch as I held her and rubbed my hands across her arms. "You have great skin, too," I added. "Do you use lotion on them or something?" She pulled away from me and turned around to face me, just as my cock was getting big enough for her to fully feel it. "Why would you ask that?" she queried. I shrugged my shoulders. "Just curious. Am I right? Do you use lotion on your body?" "I thought we were just talking about my arms?" she clarified, holding back a grin. "I like the thought of you rubbing lotion . . . all over your whole body . . . much better," I said, knowing that was going to sound really almost naughty. She turned back to the horse. "Have you been up in your deer stand lately?" she asked, almost hopefully. "Are you trying to change the subject?" I probed. She shrugged her shoulders and didn't answer. "Actually I have," I admitted. "Sometimes I sit up there at night...to see the animals come out." "So did you see anything?" she asked, not looking back. "Yeah, actually I did," I replied. "I saw something pretty interesting. Maybe I'll try again tonight . . . when the moon's brighter. It was a little dark to see much last night." Tilly half glanced back at me. She knew what we were talking about . . . but didn't want to admit it. "Maybe so," was all she said. Changing the subject, she said: "I think he's ready for me to ride him." I knew she was talking about the horse, but I wished she had been talking about me. I grabbed the halter off the wall and put it on the horse while she put the brush away. We met back beside the horse and she was waiting for me to put my hands down for her to step into. Instead, I reached down and swooped her up in my arms, with one arm behind her back and the other behind her thighs. She screamed in delight as I swung her up onto the horse's bare back, letting my hand slide up her leg and across one butt cheek. I gave her a quick pat on the top of her butt for good measure before I walked to the front of the horse and handed her the reigns. She couldn't stop grinning at me until she was out the double doors and into the field. I was so turned on . . . that I didn't want to wait until she left . . . to jerk off. I stood behind a stack of hay bales just inside the doors and let my cock out. Tilly stayed close to the barn again since she was riding bareback, so she noticed me watching her. When she came toward the barn, I was imagining that it was me she was bouncing up and down on with her legs spread out like that. She was actually looking right at me when I started cumming. I tried not to let it show on my face, but I don't know how good of a job I did. She turned before reaching the barn, then looked back again, seeing me at an angle through the open doors. My cock was still hanging out and dripping with cum. I tried to press it up against the hay, but by the way she did a double take and then smiled, I think she may have seen it. And that was OK with me. Later that night, I was eagerly waiting for her to return from the bathroom. I had my legs dangling off the side of the deer stand, already exposed, when she finally emerged with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her. She crossed the room, and I thought she was about to turn off the lights, but instead, she seemed to be checking the lock on her door. As she walked back across the room, she let her towel fall to the floor, glancing at her window with a smile, aware that I was watching her. She stood in profile, brushing through her wet hair in front of her mirror, while I began to rise and gently squeezed for encouragement. That night, she deviated from her usual routine by not returning to the bathroom to dry her hair. Instead, she crawled to the center of her bed on her knees, squatting down onto her feet with her back to me. I saw her cute round backside with her toes peeking out from beneath and wondered what she intended to do in that position. She looked back over her shoulder at the window for a second, then turned back around and moved one hand in front of herself while she propped herself up with the other. I could only see the elbow of the arm in front of her, and it was moving slowly up and down. Soon her hips were rocking in time with her elbow and I knew she was rubbing her sweet wet pussy. I was holding onto my cock, which was fully erect now, and watched as her feet slipped out from under her butt to each side of her hips. Her ass was flat on the bed now and she began to lie back, keeping her legs doubled under at her sides. Her head rolled all the way back until she could see the window, and she smiled before lying flat and facing the ceiling. Now I could plainly see her one hand planted firmly between her legs and she was definitely working it. I didn't even notice her other hand move until she brought her hair brush up with it and positioned the handle between her legs. She held onto the head of the brush with both hands and was rubbing it up and down her pussy. When the angle of the brush began to fall away from me, I knew she must have been putting it inside her tight little pussy. I'm currently pleasuring myself, trying to match her pace, but she's quickly increasing speed. In less than a minute, she's lifting her hips off the bed with her feet and tilting her head back, eyes closed and mouth open, not looking my way. Recognizing that expression, I climaxed alongside her, hearing my release land on the dry leaves below after a brief delay. Once she was done, she swiftly got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, not acknowledging me through her window. It seemed as if she was embarrassed. The next day I bought her a little present and put it in the barn . . . until she came over again. When I saw her out in her backyard that afternoon, I motioned for her to come over. She met me in the barn a few minutes later and seemed a little nervous. I hoped she wasn't regretting giving me a show last night. "Hey, I was thinking about you last night while I was up in the stand and realized I hadn't got you a birthday present yet," I said. "It's not my birthday," she advised me with a sheepish grin. "Oh . . . well when was it?" I asked. "About three months ago," she said. "Yeah, and I forgot to give you your present", I explained as I picked a brown bag up from the table and handed it to her. "You turned . . . what . . . fifteen?" "Uh, huh", she said as she grinned like it really was her birthday and pulled out the contents. Her face went blank when she saw the long plastic device. "Oh my God! Is this what I think it is?" she asked, looking around to make sure nobody was looking. "It's a massager," I explained. "What did you think it was?" She was silent for a few seconds. "The same," she replied in a serious tone, as she inspected its flesh color and obvious phallic shape. "Let me show you how to turn it on," I said, taking it from her hand. I twisted the blunt end, and it started to vibrate and hum in my hand. I stood right in front of her and pressed it against the middle of her back, moving it up and down. "See, when you have a spot that's aching or itching, you just press this against it... and it feels so much better." She looked up at me, almost rolling her eyes in disbelief. I moved it further down, aiming the rounded tip just below the small of her back over her tight black denim shorts. "It doesn't even have to be your back," I said as I moved it down between her buttocks. "Just place it wherever it feels good." She giggled and pulled my arm from around her. "Ok, I get the idea." The thing was still vibrating as I held it between us and I let it rest between her young tits. I let if fall to one side over the small protrusion that I knew was her stiff nipple. She giggled again. "That tickles," she remarked, grabbing my hand and gently pulling it down from her chest. It rested against her ribs as I moved it down her front, centering it on her exposed belly. I paused at her belly button, maneuvering it as if to slip it inside her shorts. She released my hand and continued to watch my face as I played around. I looked down at it, occasionally glancing up at her pretty face as I moved it to the top of her shorts. There was a tie string at the top and three small brass buttons, with the last one just above her hidden area. I passed the string until it touched the first button. I checked her expression and saw her grin, so I continued to the second button. When she didn't stop me, I let it buzz against the lowest button. She was watching me with a serious face, almost daring me to go farther. When I took the assumed dare and moved it lower, she grabbed my hand again, but not before I managed to get the tip of it down to where her pubis curves . . . under between her legs. I was pressing it against the beginning of her slit and holding it tight as she timidly tried to push my hand back. "Or I guess you could even use it . . . right here," I stated. She no longer attempted to push my hand away. It seemed more for show than to actually make me stop. She giggled nervously, then quickly gave up and simply held onto the back of my hand as I began to move it up and down between her legs. I felt my erection pressing against the inside of my own shorts. "I don't know if this is doing anything for you, but it's really turning me on," I told her. She gave a bashful smile and shrugged. "Imagine how it would feel... if you weren't wearing those thick denim shorts," I suggested hopefully. She raised her eyebrows and grinned as the idea took hold in her mind. Her silence suggested she wasn't entirely against it. With the vibrator still in one hand, I lifted her by the waist and placed her on some nearby hay bales stacked three high. When I tugged at the string at the top of her shorts, she placed her hand on mine. "Wait," she said. I didn't want her to think about it, but just go with her animal instincts. I began to push her top button back through the buttonhole. "I'll just run it over the top of your panties," I said as the button popped through. Her hand was still on top of mine as I worked on the second button. "I don't think so," she said, as the second button released and the front of her shorts began to spread open. "We'll stop whenever you want," I tried to convince her . . . as I began to push the last button free. She looked back at the barn doors and I wasn't sure if she was making sure that nobody was around or if she was thinking about jumping down and running. With her shorts open all the way down to her pubis, I still didn't see the top of her panties. I grabbed her shorts on both sides and began pulling them down. She still seemed nervous, but lifted her ass anyway to help me. Her bald pussy lips instantly came into view. "Where are your panties?" I asked. "That's what I was trying to tell you," she said. "I didn't put any on today when I came over." "I like you more and more every day," I said . . . as I pulled her shorts all the way off. "Is that why you like to ride bareback so much?" She was actually blushing a little. "I was wondering if you would ever figure that out," she admitted. I picked up the vibrator and started at her belly button again. She was sitting upright with her legs together. My arousal was noticeable, and she smiled, briefly touching me. I moved the vibrator to her slit, slowly going deeper each time. She eventually opened her legs, and I pressed against her knees, encouraging her to open them further as I moved closer. Now her pink clit was sticking out between her pussy lips and I concentrated the end of the vibrator on it, sliding it up and down and moving it around in a circular motion over it. I felt her legs tighten against my hips as she rocked back a little. When I moved the end of the vibrator down between her lips and over the opening of her vagina, she dropped back onto her elbows, finally getting a little more comfortable with the situation. I could see the inner lips of her pussy glistening with moisture, and the tip of the vibrator slid inside her just an inch or so. I moved it around in circles, trying to stretch out her tight little hole before I pushed it in another inch. She reached down and pulled on my hand, indicating for me to pull it out. Even before it was out . . . she was moving my hand up, making the vibrator slide against her clit again. The vibrator brought some of her pussy juice up with it and coated her clit immediately with the slippery stuff. She laid all the way onto her back and moaned, still holding onto the back of my hand. I took my free hand and guided her teen hand to the other side of the vibrator, and we held onto it together for a few seconds while she began to guide where she wanted it and how hard she wanted it against her. I began to let my hands fall away while she took full control. I hated to see her vagina being ignored, so I began to play with the opening with my middle finger, sliding it in just a little and moving it around. Since she couldn't see me anymore, I used my other hand to quietly unzip my pants and pull my stiff cock out. She was rocking her hips as she massaged her clit with the vibrator and I had my finger all the way inside her within a few more seconds. I began to gently rub my shaft with my other hand, holding the tip of it just far enough away from her pussy that she didn't feel it. She was getting more and more into it and tried to lift her legs higher, but finding nowhere to plant her feet, so she let them drop back down. I was more than happy to help her out, and grabbed the back of her knees with both hands, lifting them up and putting her feet on the front of my shoulders. In the process of doing this, my throbbing cock accidentally pressed right up against her pussy. She never stopped working on her clit, but did lift her head to look down and confirm what she thought it was up against her. She must have been OK with it, because she laid her head back and closed her eyes without a comment. Hell, if she was OK with it, I was sure OK with it. I used one hand to hold the tip of my cock against her pussy, and slid it up and down, making contact with the vibrator at the top and going all the way down to her asshole at the bottom. After a few strokes, I stopped at her vagina and held the tip firmly against it. With steady pressure, it slipped inside a little, making her emit a slight yelp. I began to slowly move it in and out, making constant progress until I was a little more than halfway into her tight pussy. With a few more strokes, I was finally lubricated enough that I could just push through her cherry and plant my balls against her ass. I stopped and held myself as deep inside her as I could push . . . while she continued to rock to and fro with the vibrator at the top of her slit, relishing the feeling of my cock stuffed inside this really cute girl. She began to make soft short moaning sounds, and the speed of her rocking hips increased. She pushed back at my shoulders with her feet and lifted her ass up off the hay. I reached under and grabbed both of her ass cheeks with my hands and started pumping her, matching the speed of her hips and grinding my fingers between her cheeks. She was already starting to cum and at the same time, I felt the fluid rising from my balls. Soon . . . wad after wad of sticky semen shot out of my cock and deep into her young pussy. It was the most intense orgasm I ever remembered having in my life. I was actually a little dizzy when we finally came to the end of our mutual climax, and leaned in to rest my hands on the hay at her sides. She lifted the vibrator and looked at it to see how to turn it off, and set it to the side. "I don't think we were supposed to do that," she commented, still breathing heavily. My cock was still inside her, although not at its peak hardness anymore. I began moving it in and out again, wanting to fuck this girl as long as I could. She pushed at my chest with both her hands and feet. "I think you're done . . . for now." I reluctantly stood up and pulled out of her, watching a mixture of pussy juice, semen, and a hint of her virginal blood ooze from her pussy and drip from my cock. "But we do . . . have to try this again," I said. She sat up and lifted herself with her hands to avoid sliding across the prickly hay as she got to her feet. "I shouldn't have let you do that . . . this time", she said with a grin as she stepped beside me and bent over to pick up her shorts from the ground. I turned and grabbed her hips, pressing my half erect shaft up against her butt before she stood back upright. "I want to do this again . . . soon," I said. She moved forward and away from me. "I'll think about it," she said as she put her shorts back on. "Who knows... maybe I'll see you tomorrow," she added while placing her birthday gift—a pseudo cock—back in the bag and hurried toward the barn doors. "Or maybe I'll see you tonight?" I called out. She turned back as she exited through the doors, holding up the bag with a big smile, then disappeared around the corner. My mind was still reeling from what had just happened. I never expected it to go that far, but I'm really glad it did.

A True Sex Story 'She trembled and writhed against my mouth and tongue, letting out a loud shriek and shaking uncontrollably. Her knees started to give way, so I held her legs to keep her steady. She placed her hands on my shoulders to maintain her balance.'

A women giving tips about squirting techniques Many people want to deepen intimacy and explore new dimensions of pleasure with their partners. One experience that often sparks curiosity is squirting, a form of intense release some women can achieve during sexual activity. Understanding how to help her reach this state requires patience, communication, and specific techniques that focus on comfort and connection. This guide offers practical advice to support her in exploring this form of pleasure safely and enjoyably. Understanding Squirting and Its Nature Squirting is a natural response that involves the release of fluid from the urethra during sexual arousal or orgasm. It is sometimes misunderstood or confused with other bodily fluids, but it is a distinct physiological phenomenon. Not every woman will experience squirting, and that is perfectly normal. The goal is to enhance pleasure and intimacy, not to create pressure or expectations. Knowing this helps create a relaxed environment where exploration can happen without stress. Creating a Comfortable and Trusting Environment Before trying any techniques, focus on building trust and comfort. This includes: Open communication about desires, boundaries, and feelings Ensuring privacy and a relaxed setting free from distractions Taking time for extended foreplay to increase arousal gradually Using lubrication to reduce discomfort and enhance sensation When she feels safe and cared for, her body is more likely to respond positively. Techniques to Stimulate and Encourage Squirting 1. Focus on the G-Spot The G-spot is a sensitive area located about 2 to 3 inches inside the vagina on the front wall. Stimulating this spot can lead to intense pleasure and sometimes squirting. Use one or two fingers with a “come here” motion, applying firm but gentle pressure Combine stimulation with clitoral touch for added sensation Pay attention to her reactions and adjust pressure and speed accordingly 2. Combine Clitoral and Vaginal Stimulation Many women find that combining clitoral stimulation with internal touch increases pleasure significantly. This can be done manually, orally, or with toys designed for dual stimulation. Use a vibrator or fingers on the clitoris while stimulating the G-spot Experiment with rhythms and pressure to find what feels best Encourage her to guide your movements 3. Encourage Relaxation and Deep Breathing Tension can block pleasure, so helping her relax is essential. Suggest slow, deep breaths to increase oxygen flow and reduce anxiety Use massage or soothing words to create a calm atmosphere Remind her to let go of control and focus on sensations 4. Explore Different Positions Certain positions can make G-spot stimulation easier and more effective. Woman on top allows her to control depth and angle Doggy style provides direct access to the front vaginal wall Side-lying positions can be comfortable for longer sessions Trying different positions helps find what works best for her body. 5. Use Plenty of Lubrication Lubrication reduces friction and increases comfort, which is crucial for prolonged stimulation. Choose water-based lubricants for easy cleanup and compatibility with toys Apply generously to fingers, toys, and the vaginal opening Reapply as needed to maintain smooth sensations Signs She May Be Close to Squirting Recognizing signs can help you respond appropriately and enhance the experience. Increased breathing rate and moaning Muscle tension or spasms in the pelvic area A feeling of pressure or fullness in the lower abdomen Visible release of fluid If she feels the urge to urinate, reassure her that this is normal and part of the process for many women. Aftercare and Communication After exploring these ssquirting sex tutorial techniques, take time to connect and care for each other. Offer cuddling, gentle touch, or quiet conversation Ask how she felt and what she enjoyed or didn’t Respect her feelings and avoid pressure to perform again This strengthens intimacy and builds trust for future experiences.

Anal play is a topic that often sparks curiosity and questions. Many people want to explore it safely and enjoyably but feel unsure where to start. This guide offers a clear, practical introduction to anal play techniques through video tutorials designed to educate and empower. Whether you are new to anal play or want to improve your experience, this post will walk you through essential tips, preparation steps, and techniques to help you feel confident and comfortable. An erottic anal play tutorial covering tips and tecchniques Understanding the Basics of Anal Play Before diving into techniques, it’s important to understand the basics. Anal play involves stimulating the anus and surrounding areas for pleasure. The anus has many nerve endings, making it a sensitive and enjoyable area for many people. However, it requires care and attention to avoid discomfort or injury. Key points to keep in mind: The anus does not self-lubricate, so using a good quality lubricant is essential. Relaxation is crucial to prevent tension and discomfort. Hygiene is important to ensure safety and comfort. Communication with your partner, if involved, helps create a positive experience. Preparing for Anal Play Preparation sets the foundation for a pleasurable experience. Video tutorials often emphasize the following preparation steps: Hygiene: Clean the anal area gently with warm water. Avoid harsh soaps that can irritate. Lubrication: Use a thick, water-based or silicone-based lubricant. Apply generously to reduce friction. Relaxation: Take deep breaths and create a calm environment. Some find a warm bath helpful. Start Small: Begin with fingers or small toys designed for beginners to allow your body to adjust. These steps help minimize discomfort and build trust with your body or partner. Techniques Demonstrated in Video Tutorials Video tutorials provide visual guidance that can be more effective than written instructions alone. Here are some common techniques covered: External Stimulation: Focus on the perineum and anal opening with gentle circular motions or tapping. This can increase arousal before internal play. Slow Insertion: Insert a well-lubricated finger or toy slowly, allowing time for muscles to relax. Stop if you feel pain. Rhythmic Movement: Once comfortable, try gentle in-and-out motions or slow rotations to explore different sensations. Breathing Coordination: Synchronize breathing with movements to enhance relaxation and pleasure. Use of Toys: Beginners can start with small plugs or beads. Advanced users might explore prostate massagers or larger toys. Each tutorial usually breaks down these steps clearly, showing how to adjust pressure and speed based on comfort. Safety Tips to Keep in Mind Safety is a top priority in anal play. Video tutorials often highlight these important safety tips: Use Condoms on Toys: This prevents bacterial transfer and makes cleanup easier. Never Switch Between Anal and Vaginal Play Without Cleaning: This avoids infections. Listen to Your Body: Stop immediately if you feel sharp pain or discomfort. Choose Body-Safe Materials: Silicone, stainless steel, and glass are good options. Avoid Numbing Agents: These can mask pain signals and lead to injury. Following these guidelines helps ensure a safe and enjoyable experience. Benefits of Learning Through Video Tutorials Video tutorials offer several advantages for learning anal play techniques: Visual Demonstrations: Seeing techniques in action helps understand proper form and pace. Step-by-Step Guidance: Tutorials often break down complex actions into manageable steps. Expert Advice: Many videos feature professionals who explain anatomy and answer common questions. Confidence Building: Watching others can reduce anxiety and encourage experimentation. Choosing reputable sources with clear, respectful content is important for a positive learning experience. Tips for Enhancing Your Experience Once you feel comfortable with basic techniques, you can explore ways to enhance your experience: Experiment with Different Lubricants: Some offer warming or cooling sensations. Try Different Positions: Positions like lying on your side or on all fours can affect comfort and pleasure. Incorporate Massage: Massaging surrounding areas can increase relaxation. Combine with Other Forms of Stimulation: For example, clitoral or penile stimulation can intensify sensations. Communicate Openly: Share what feels good or uncomfortable with your partner. These tips help personalize your experience and discover what works best for you.

A True Sex Story his is a true story about a time my wife and I had sex at a KOA campground in Florida, when we were watched by a stranger. This is the second true story about my wife, Kristen - the only fictional aspect is her name, which I've altered at her request. About six months after our wedding, we went camping in Florida for a week, staying at a KOA campground near Orlando. It was an economical way to save money so we could afford visiting the parks - the prices are outrageous. If you haven't read my other story about her, Kristen is stunning. She's 12 years younger than me, with a slim build but large breasts, clear skin, blue eyes, and curly auburn hair. Initially, she was a bit reserved in the bedroom, but she's really opened up, and now she's into exhibitionism and more. I believe it was our second or maybe third night at the campground. They had a rule against campfires after 11pm - we had built a campfire and were just relaxing by it, but I was feeling quite aroused. Kristen was wearing very short jean shorts and a tank top, highlighting her legs and the shape of her chest. She seemed unaware, but earlier in the day, when we were out, many people, mostly men but some women, were checking her out, and I could tell they found her attractive. We let the fire die down, but I wasn't really tired, and I think Kristen was just enjoying being away from home and in Florida, which is always pleasant. It was August, so it was really hot and humid, even at night. We had been intimate in our tent the night before, but I enjoy the thrill of possibly being caught, I like exhibitionism, and I like showing off my partner - I just wasn't sure Kristen was into those things at that point (she is now). As the fire went out, our campsite was dark, but we could still see each other, and light from a somewhat distant source within the campground allowed us to see about 20 feet before the shadows became confusing. I thought it was a great opportunity for some outdoor fun, but I wasn't sure if Kristen would be interested. I knew she'd be open to intimacy, but she would expect it inside the tent. I persuaded her to take a midnight walk with me through the campground. No one was occupying the campsites immediately around us, so there were a few empty spots surrounded by bushes and trees that we could easily access. We walked away from our tent toward the shower block, but I stopped before we got there, pulled Kristen into an unoccupied campsite, pulled her close, and slowly started kissing her. She responded immediately, and I remember feeling her tongue playing with mine as my hands moved down her back towards her behind. We weren't far from another tent, but we were secluded from it by the bushes and darkness. I remember thinking "now or never" as I put my hand down the back of her little shorts, under her underwear, and feeling her beautiful ass. I felt her press more closely towards me, and I got hard and felt my erection pushing against her as she pulled closer. She noticed too, because she said "down boy, wait for the tent!" She took my hand and started to pull me in the direction of the pathway towards our tent, but I pulled her back and started kissing her again. She responded like last time, using her tongue to play with my own, and pulling closer, but this time my right hand reached down into the front of her shorts, and started to tease her through her panties. She shuddered and let out a very quiet moan. She was already wet. Still kissing her, I used my other hand to unfasten the button at the front of her shorts, and I pushed them open, then started to push them down - she let out a quiet giggle and whispered "What are you doing?" I said "What do you think I'm doing?" "Not here!" she said, "People might see us!" I paused and looked around, and said "It's dark, it's late, there's no one going to see us" then I kissed her again. I pushed my hand inside her panties this time, and I felt her relax into me, and I continued pushing her shorts down, eventually getting them over her knees and onto the ground.  "Step out of your shorts" I told her, which she did, stepping out of her flip flops first, then her shorts. I then lifted her tank top up over her head, spun her round, and as I unfastened her bra she said, "Are you sure we won't get caught". I replied "Pretty sure" before slipping her bra off her shoulders and turning her back around towards me. Naked except for her panties, which were wet through, I pulled her close and started kissing her again, cupping one breast with my hand. She was really kissing me hard at this point, and I realised she was properly turned on. I then took both hands and gently slid her panties down, feeling her wiggle her legs to help them fall to the ground, where they bunched around her ankles. She was now completely naked outside. "How does it feel, being naked outside where you shouldn't be?" I asked. She gave a very quiet, nervous laugh, and said, "Amazing, now kiss me again" which I happily did, running my hands all over my wife's naked body, outside in the KOA campground with other people camping happily nearby, oblivious to where me and Kristen were and what we were doing. After a few moments, I felt Kristen fumbling with my shorts, so I unfastened them and let them fall to the ground. I felt her fingers hook my underwear on either side and push them rapidly to the ground. My cock sprung out immediately, and straightaway I felt one of Kristen's hands on it, slowly working it back and forth. It felt amazing! I lifted my t-shirt over my head, slipped off my own shoes, and stepped out of my clothes, which were now in a heap on the ground beside Kristen's. Naked with my sexy wife outside, it felt incredible! All this up until now had been fairly tame foreplay, so while kissing and touching her, my right hand found its way to her sopping wet pussy, and I slowly slid in a finger, followed by another, and right there in the campground I started finger fucking her, slowly at first, then picking up speed until I was fingering her hard and fast. Her body was moving up with every thrust, and she was trying hard to keep herself from making a noise, but I could tell she was in a different place in her head. The occasional moan got out, sounding louder in the night than what it really was, and I remember wondering if anyone could hear her. The good thing about Kristen is that she's multi-orgasmic, so she came several times while I fingered her, biting her lip and trying her best to keep quiet as she shuddered when she came. After about 10 minutes of fingering her, my arm was actually really tired, and I pulled them out of her still wet pussy. I laid her down on her back on the grass, she opened her legs, and I put her fingers down to her own pussy and asked her to play with herself. I laid beside her, propped up on one arm, just watching her. Her skin glowed in the little light that was available from the shower block and the office area of the campground. Her eyes were closed as she masturbated herself, and she managed to keep quiet. Her breathing was loud and fast as she worked her way to yet another orgasm, all while I watched, my cock still hard for her. I slowly stroked myself as I watched, but had to be careful not to cum too soon. After a while, I felt her reach for my cock and pull it, signalling she wanted me inside her. I rolled on top of her, lined myself up with her pussy, and slowly pushed inside. She was so wet I entered her easily, and upon going into her, she let out a moan. "Shhhh" I said, because it was pretty loud. I started slowly at first, building up speed after a few minutes, spread over the top of her. She was so wet and warm and it felt incredible. Adjusting position after a few minutes, I got on my knees and put her legs on either side of my head, lifted her ass and back off the ground a little, and started fucking her really hard. I felt her shudder and saw her hand go to her mouth to stifle another moan. She was really turned on and enjoying herself. While in this position, my head was obviously raised up and I could see out of the secluded campsite we were in. I heard some voices quietly whispering over by the shower block, but they were hidden from us and I didn't think they had any idea what was going on just 30 feet away from them. I slowed down a bit to make less noise, just in case, and they slowly drifted away in the other direction. Kristen had obviously heard them, too. "Are they gone?" she asked. "I think so," I said. "Good, fuck me!" she said. I happily obliged, and went back to fucking her hard, her legs behind my head. She came again, and I slowed down - I was having so much fun, I didn't want to cum yet, so I slowly thrust in and out, being gentle, and just enjoying the feeling. It was at that point I heard a noise, like someone had stepped on some leaves or a twig or something - you know, that cracking noise you hear on TV shows or movies but you don't know who or what is there? That sound. Kristen didn't seem to hear it, but I slowed down a bit more, just in case. Her eyes were closed anyway. I continued to slowly fuck her but my eyes were now looking around. It was then that I saw the glow from a cellphone screen at the end of the bushes shielding us from sight, towards the entrance. Someone was definitely there. Whoever it was covered up the screen quickly, I'd imagine so it didn't give them away. I remember freezing inside but continuing to slowly fuck Kristen, not sure what to do. Whoever it was was just standing there - I could now see their outline - but they hadn't tried to stop us or complain or anything. Excitedly, I realised they just wanted to watch! This made me, it seemed, even harder, and I started fucking Kristen faster like before, and the sound of my cock slipping in and out of her pussy seemed louder than before. I was facing where this stranger was watching us, and I glanced up occasionally and could see they were still there. Whoever it was was tall and well built, clearly a man, and I could make out a dark colored t-shirt and shorts, but not much else.  After a few minutes, I was getting tired in the position we were in, so I decided to lie on my back, slide to the side, and have Kristen ride me, cowgirl style. By changing position, I was able to give whoever this guy was a side view of Kristen as she rode me. Kristen rides fast, and instead of going up and down she goes back and forth and grinds round in circles, and this is exactly what she was doing. Her eyes were closed, and I reached up and massaged her breasts as she rode me. It was amazing! But what made it more amazing was the fact that another man was seeing my wife naked, fucking, and witnessing how she moves, her shape, how she breathes, and how sexy she is. It was a huge turn on. I kept glancing over where he was, and before long he seemed to realise that I knew he was watching. He wasn't trying so hard to hide behind the bush anymore, and had partially stepped out from behind it to give himself a better view. Kristen's eyes were closed the whole time, and the guy was remarkably quiet. After a while, I saw him rubbing his own cock through his shorts, clearly enjoying the view of my wife. I was loving it! While Kristen rode me, the guy slowly turned away from us, and I saw again that he was shielding the light from his phone, probably dimming it, and when he turned back around it was pointed at us. He was filming us! He was holding the phone in his left hand, rubbing his cock through his clothes with his right. I don't know if the video would have been any good, being at nighttime and all, but he was trying! The thought of someone making a video and maybe masturbating to it later on really turned me on - I like showing my wife off, and I like other men looking at her. After a few minutes, I knew I was close to cumming, so I told Kristen to get on her knees, and I entered her, again giving the stranger a side view, and fucked her doggy style. This is Kristen's favorite position - she finds it hard to stay quiet, and she cums very quickly, and she let out little moans the whole time, trying to keep herself quiet. I remember looking over and seeing the guy still rubbing his cock through his shorts, still with the phone pointed at us, and my own orgasm started to build. I tried to keep going, but it was too much, and I started to thrust deeper and harder inside my sexy wife, until I finally released what felt like stream after stream of hot cum deep inside her pussy.  As we finished, I pushed her onto her stomach and collapsed on top of her, staying inside her. We usually finish this way, and she likes me to stay inside for as long as I can. It's so relaxing. I glanced to the side and the man was still there, watching, rubbing, but the phone had gone. Kristen was now facing the other way, and after a few minutes I glanced over and the guy was slowly retreating - he was heading in the direction of a tent about two pitches away from where we were. After a while, Kristen and I got up and quickly dressed. We went to wash up in the shower block and went back to our tent, by this time well after midnight, and went to sleep.  In the morning, we walked over to the shower block together, and as we walked, a man was walking towards us. He smiled and said "morning", and gave Kristen a good look up and down. He was the same size and build as the man from the night before. It was a real turn on to think that this man had seen my wife naked, riding, having orgasms, and might even have a video of her. I clocked that he had a wedding ring on, and it turns me on to this day to think that when he cums inside his own wife, he might just be thinking about mine. I've since told Kristen we were watched and filmed and she was so turned on by it! Whenever I talk dirty to her now, she frequently asks for me to tell her the full story. Makes her cum every time.

AUDIO VERSION

A True Story As I stepped off the bus at the University of Texas in Austin and heard the door close, I was reminded of the sound's profound significance in my life. I was nearing my nineteenth birthday, and just like the bus door, the first eighteen years of my life had shut. To truly understand my story, I need to share my upbringing. My father left when I was very young, and my only memories are of the constant arguments between my parents. I don't recall the exact year my father left, but from then on, I became my mother’s ineffective helper. My responsibilities included cleaning bathrooms, washing and drying dishes, and mopping the entire house. My mother applied for social benefits, and with my father’s child support, she spent her days on the sofa, drinking herself into oblivion. At school, I was severely bullied because of my attire. With limited clothing options, I wore the same three pairs of jeans and two t-shirts repeatedly. My sneakers were held together with duct tape, earning me the nickname “Hobo,” which stuck with me until I left town at eighteen. We had only one television in our house, located in the living room where my mom always reclined on the sofa, making watching anything on TV impossible. I had a few toys left from when my dad was around, but I had outgrown them. Due to the constant bullying at school and occasional beatings, my grades weren't a priority, though I consistently earned C's and B's. I'm unsure when or in which grade things changed for me academically. Being confined to my bedroom for long periods left me with little to do besides sleep or read. I chose to read and soon devoured all my textbooks from cover to cover. I then began borrowing books from the library, particularly about history, which I found fascinating. I learned about the Roman Empire, Genghis Khan, the Revolutionary War, and the Civil War. By thoroughly reading my textbooks, my grades quickly rose to some of the highest in the class. My principle at my school wanted me to skip a grade but my mother refused. I mean after all I was cheap labor. I left John Milton with a 4.12 GPA, the highest in the school. My principal at Roosevelt High, Mr. Peterson was waiting for me on the first day of school. I met with him right after home room and he was waiting with my file on his desk. I remember him being the first adult who exactly seemed as though he was seriously interested in me. He mentioned that he was going to monitor my progress and meet with me from time to time. He acknowledged that I could possibly have a bright future ahead of me which was the first time anyone had told me that. Up until that comment, I always thought that I would struggle for the rest of my life. That first year, I met Miss Thompson who would be my English/Literature teacher. She gave us a list of books we would have to read that year and issued the first paperback on opening day, Animal House. I finished the book in three days but since I was still vague about the meaning of the book, I reread it gain. I then went to the library and talked to Mr. Tooley, the head librarian. He filled in the blanks for me basically making me understand that the book was about the Russian Revolution of 1917 and Communism. Once he described the characters to me, I reread the book again and everything made sense. By the end of the year Miss Thompson had me read Great Expectations, Hound of the Baskervilles, Lord of the Flies, Old Man and the Sea, Jane Eyre, Last of the Mohicans and several short stories from Edgar Allen Poe. I ended the year with a 4.21 GPA, the highest in the school. I was still being laughed at on a daily basis and had been punched several times that year. There was not much I could do about it other than report it which I only thought would make it worse. Since I was doing so well, Mr. Peterson suggested I skip a grade and become a junior immediately. I doubted my mother would agree but I caught her really drunk one night and lied saying it was just a permission slip and she signed it immediately. It took me a few weeks to acclimate to junior class, but I caught up quickly. If I remember correctly the abuse became even worse because Hobo was a year younger and showing up the junior class. Again, I tried best to avoid everyone even skipping lunch most days where I would hide out in the gym and read or study. Mr. Peterson asked me that year to start a tutoring program in the library after school for students who needed help. I agreed and soon there were two seniors and myself all helping anyone who showed up after school. I still remember Dillion Harper, the most beautiful girl in our school show up one evening when I was the only tutor then. She was woefully behind in Math and on the verge on failing. She dated Brad Parker who was Mr. Wonderful on campus and the quarterback of the foot ball team. After finding out that Hobo was hanging out with his girlfriend my life got even worst. They would follow me around school, throw things at me and jump me in the bathroom whenever possible. That year, a new couple moved in next door to my house. It was a younger couple as I would later learn were Walter And Sara McAllister. On our first introduction, I learned that Mrs. McAllister was a nurse and Mr. McAllister was a certified public account. When Mr. McAllister asked me about my schoolwork, I explained what had happened to me as of now. He seemed impressed that I had skipped a grade and told me if I was that could at math, he could use some help. True to his word later that year he asked me to help him double check simple math and check spreadsheets for clients. I was super careful always striving to be correct and more than one occasion I would find an error which always made me feel great. Not that someone had made a mistake but that I could find it. Toward the end of that year, I was in the library helping Dillion Harper take a practice test when her boyfriend walked in. He immediately accused me of sitting too close to his girlfriend. Dillion came to my defense saying I was the only reason that she would pass and become a senior. But since he had two buddies with him, I guess he felt he had to prove a point. Out of nowhere his fist met the side of my face knocking me to the ground. I remember laying on the ground for quite awhile and once I got up the library was empty. By the time I came back to school my left eye was swollen shut and most of the left side of my face was black and blue. I remember being sent to Mr. Peterson’s office from homeroom for an incident report. On the walk, I remember thinking telling the truth would be disastrous for me. So when he asked me what had happened, I lied and told him a boy in my neighborhood did it. I don’t think he bought it but there was not much he could do at this point. I got out of that year without much more trouble in part because I did not snitch Brad Parker out. On the other hand, knowing I kept my much shut gave them carte blanche to do whatever they wanted to do to me. I still had two more years of school left and tried to make the best of them. Once again, I kept to myself at school and worked with Mr. McAllister as much as I could. I had saved some money which was tucked under the carpet in my bedroom. If my mother ever found out she would drink it up in no time. In the middle of that year, Mr. Peterson called me into the office and asked me about where I attended to go to college. I explained to him that my family had no money and my mother’s situation. Between study for school, working for Mr. McAllister and cleaning my house I had very little time for anything else. I explained that my mother constantly drank and did not have a job. He seemed quite shocked but listened carefully to my story. When I ended, it was easy to see he was deeply moved. He informed me that he could help me to apply for several scholarships due to my stellar academic record. He asked me if I have given any thought on what I would like to do after graduating and I mentioned that I enjoyed the work I was doing with McAllister and might consider that. At the end of the year, Mr. Peterson told me even though I was in twelve grade I would not graduate. We had one class in school that took nothing but pre-college courses. Since there would only be seven students in this class, I was given textbooks to take home and look over during the summer. During that summer, I started going to the library quite a bit. I started the with most basic books about banking and how they operated. By the end of the summer, I was reading books on investing and the stock market. I would also get on their computers and read about anything I found interesting. By the time I stared my last year of high school, I began to see the world in an entire new way. From what I gathered the ability to make money and keep it was what kept the earth spinning on its axis. Not that money was everything but the lack of it was much worse. During the summer with my new found outlook, I knew I wanted to take accounting in college. When I returned to school and met Mr. Peterson, I informed him that accounting was my choice. He nodded and told me he would get right to work on it. I started my last year of school with a vengeance studying and reading everything I could. I would spend all day of Saturday in the library reading anything I could about economics, money, investing and brokering. The most ironic thing about that last year in school was that Brad Parker had failed the previous year. His girl friend Dillion had graduated and went on to college out of state. Brad was now under the gun to get a 2.50 GPA in his first nine weeks so he could remain on the football team. It was hard to believe that in less then a year my life could possibly changed forever. But I was going to need a lot of help and I did not have many people in my corner. My mother had gotten to the point where she was drinking a fifth or more of vodka every day. She would drink anything, but vodka was her drink of choice. Only a few times a week would I even see her awake and even then, we had nothing to say to each other. I was still keeping the house clean just to keep the peace. I was meeting with Mr. Peterson about once every two weeks as he helped me fill out scholarship forms. He had everyone of my teachers write glowing letters of recommendation for me to accompany the applications. The running joke during my last year in school would be “Hobo didn’t graduate last year because he’s homeless and has no where to go”. Or another common one was I slept at the library every night. I guess I could have been referred to as book smart back then but there were many things I did not understand. Not once in all may years in school had I ever made fun of anyone. I never stole anything from anyone and even tried to help anyone to needed help. I hardly ever talked to girls so I could not be accused of trying to steal anyone’s girlfriend. I just could not for the life of me figure out why I was so disliked. Even the people described as nerds by the others would not have anything to do with me. Even though the courses I was taking were pre-college they presented no problem at all. By mid-term, I had a 4.18 grade point average, the highest in the class. I was just about six months was leaving this place forever if everything fell into place. As I would lay in bed at night those last few months, I could help but think how ironic it would be if I would be denied scholarship money and would have to stay here and work. Maybe sometimes, you were just dealt a bad hand in life. Maybe no matter what you did, life was predetermined and you could not change it. I guess as fate had it, I was jumped one last time in the bathroom because I attempted to walk past Brad Harper completely ignoring him. I took a decent beating but compared to some of the others it was not as bad. I guess a few of the times, I could have fought back but when it’s five or six to one it’s not worth it. Maybe I was a coward, but I was only a month away from leaving this place forever, one way or the other. I walked through the University of Austin for the first time in awe of the campus. Throughout all the ordeals, Hobo was in college. Since I was close to two hours early for the meeting with my counselor, I took a seat on a large park bench. Once again, I reminisced about the few days in my home time. I leaned back against the bench and closed my eyes and I could still hear Mr. Peterson’s speech almost word for word. I had declined the valedictorian honor several times in no way wanting to get on stage and speak to the same people to had tormented me most of my young life. After everyone had spoke and Mr. Peterson had given out all the awards and scholarship, he flipped to the last page in his stack of papers. I still remembered the words. “The awards I will present to this last student will make me the proudest. In all my years of teaching, I must say I have never been this impressed by a student’s work. But I will let the awards speak for themselves. First, graduating with a 4.21 GPA, the highest ever recorded at Roosevelt High. He is also awarded the Student Service Award for his countless hours of tutoring students in the library.” he started. “But what I hold here will change this student’s life forever. First a twenty thousand dollar scholarship from the Colonial Bank Scholarship Program, a fifteen thousand dollar scholarship from the VFW Post 110 and a ten thousand dollar scholarship from the Regional Scholarship Program of Louisiana. But this one, this is the big one.”, he said, holding the paper above his head. “This is from the University of Texas in Austin. This is a full scholarship in the amount of two hundred and sixty five thousand dollars covering tuition, room, meals and books. Please help me acknowledge, Mr. Timothy Williams.”, he concluded. I remember the student next to me pushing me towards the isle and the thundering ovation from most of the gym. But what I remembered most were the tears in Mr. Peterson’s eyes as he handed me all the awards. This would not be possible except for the hard work he had put in obtaining these awards for me. Then he whispered in my ear something I do not think I had ever heard. “I love you Tim.”, he whispered in my ear. I went home that night to find my mother passed out of the sofa with another empty vodka bottle on the floor. I had talked to her several times about leaving and going to school but how much she actually comprehended, I did not know. I took a few dollars from what I had saved working for Mr. McAllister and bought several pairs of jeans, some shirts and new underwear. I also bought a new pair of tennis shoes and some socks. Several month’s later I was sitting in my bedroom on a Sunday evening thinking this would be the last night I slept under this roof. I got up and walked to the corner store that I had been to so many times in my life. Mr. Pete owned the store and worked it twelve hours a day. I remember telling Mr. Pete that I was leaving home and heading to college the following day. I told him I wanted to leave my mother a present of sorts. I asked him for the five bottles of Tito’s Vodka he had on the shelf behind him. Since I had turned eighteen, I had purchased a bottle for my mother here and there. He bagged the five bottles with a sad look on his face but everyone in this neighborhood knew my situation at home. I walked home and went straight to bed but had a hard time falling asleep. I woke up early the next morning and put all five bottles of vodka on the kitchen table and left a simple note for my mother. {Mom, I left this morning for college and honestly I don’t think I’ll ever return. Thank you for what you did for me. I left you a present on the kitchen table.} { Tim } I walked out the front door for what I hoped would be the last time in my life. It wasn’t that I hated my mom, I didn’t. She was struggling with her own demons and in my heart, I felt she would lose that fight. I stopped worrying about her years ago, but I always did whatever she asked me to do. She missed my entire life and I regretted that. Most days she was not sober long enough to realize what I was able to accomplish. In took me close to an hour to walk to the Greyhound Bus station with my two large duffel bags. The bus pulled out at nine o’clock and between all the stops we would make it would be a long trip. As my home town faded in the rear of the bus, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. I was now an adult and I was responsible for my own life. There would be no one to blame and no one to blame my mistakes on. Hobo was on his own. CHAPTER TWO Because of my unique circumstances, I was allowed to be on campus for a full month before classes started. Within a two-week span, I was housed, issued my books, got my Visa Meal Card and enrolled in the gym. I’m not sure if my mother even comprehended of and why I was leaving home. She pretty much drank until she passed out every day. When she would come to, she would begin to drink again. I was glad to be out of the house although strangely I felt guilty leaving her. The first year started and I had classes in Economics, Auditing, College Algebra, Business Statistics and Advanced Financial Accounting. Against my guidance counselor’s wishes I added two electives as well. My idea was to try and complete college in three years rather than four. Even though I loved school the idea of getting a job and working was my ultimate goal. It didn’t take me long to realize several critical things about the college life. First and foremost, no one really cared whether you went to class or not. No one cared if you did your homework or not. No one cared if you studied or not. Succeeding or failing was up to you and no one else. Don’t get me wrong, if you needed help it was available, but you had to seek it out. Second, there was a large number of people here that partied more than they studied. Dorm rooms were packed full of people partying seven days a week. On weekends, it was worst. It was kept in check by security, but it wasn’t hard to find an alternative to studying if you wanted it. Third, the girls were amazing and very plentiful. No matter where you looked gorgeous girls were milling around in skimpy clothing that left little to the imagination. The year went by quickly and I decided to take two summer classes that would last six weeks. I finished the year with a 3.88 GPA, but knew I could do better. Since, I was legally a sophomore by class schedule not by age, I had to move to another dorm. I was all set up three weeks prior to classes starting and was working out at the health club twice a day. I had started my freshman year at six foot one and about one hundred fifty-eight pounds. I started my sophomore year at one hundred seventy pounds with the same height. Three days prior to class starting I was in my dorm room when the door burst open. I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to have a roommate looking back now, I would never be ready for my new boarder, Mike Collins. Mike Collin’s was short in statute and had long hair halfway down his back. He was the type of guy that before he even spoke you knew he was trouble in one form or other. “What’s up roomie ?”, he shouted, throwing several bags on the unoccupied side of the room. He quickly left and returned several minutes later with was apparently the rest of the belongings he had brought with him. He started unpacking and stuffed all of his clothes in the large dresser at the foot of his bed. The rest he tossed at the bottom of the closet of his side of the room. In the next ninety minutes, I learned Mike’s entire life story. He hated school but loved the ladies. The only reason he was here is because his father insisted on it. Mike’s goal was to string his college experience out for as long as possible making sure he had the time of his life. This is not the roommate I needed or wanted. Within the first sixty days I had noticed two things. First, I never saw Mike crack a book once. In fact, I know he skipped several classes. Second, he had already had three different girls in our room all with whom he had made out with, maybe more. Since there were usually several different people in our room at night, I began using the library to study. I’m sure Mike regarded me a geek although he never once said it. A few weeks before mid-term exams would be given, I returned to my room on a Friday night. Surprisingly, it was empty, so I took a shower and laid on the bed to study for another hour or so. At eleven, I turned off the light and fell fast asleep. I opened my eyes slowly to hear voices talking in whispered muffles. Once my eyes grew accustomed to the dark, I could see Mike and a female figure on his bed with their arms around each other. I stayed motionless not to give away the fact that I was awake. Every now and then, the girl would look in my direction to see if perhaps I had awakened. After maybe ten or fifteen minutes, witnessing what looked like two orgasms from the girl and one by Mike, they both got dressed and he walked her to the door. I don’t think there was any doubt in Mike’s mind that I was awake, but he climbed back into bed and rolled over going fast asleep. That situation repeated itself many times that year thus being the reason Mike barely passed. Once again, during the summer break, I took two more classes pushing me closer to my diploma. I was really pushing myself at the gym as well and was a little over one hundred ninety pounds. I was working a little with a female trainer at the gym who was showing me little tricks to help me along. The summer went smoothly and somehow Mike was my roommate again for my junior year. Probably due to the fact that I stayed in the room all summer, but I wasn’t looking forward to another wild year. In my junior year the advanced accounting classes covered accounting operations and patterns, merger of public holding companies, foreign currency exchange and local currencies. At this rate, I would still have to take a fourth year, but I could elect courses that would expand what I had already taken. Halfway thru my junior year I had gotten to two hundred nine pounds and Addison, or Addy as she preferred to be called, told me she wanted to change my routine. Instead of lifting as much weight as I possibly could she wanted to increase my repetitions with much lighter weight. This as she claimed, would give my body more definition and shape. Then, if need be and I was not happy with the end result, I could go back and pound the weight back on. I have to say, the new routine she put me on was strenuous and left me exhausted when I left the club. But it was quickly showing its result as my body began to chisel itself under the lighter weight. We were approaching mid-terms again when Addy approached me for the first time about schoolwork. She was majoring in corporate management and right after mid-terms she had to start on her final in her advanced accounting class. She needed to form her own company, achieve financing, staff it, get zoning requirements done, and do a financial audit. She admitted she found this daunting and asked if there were any way I could point her in the right direction. I answered I could, I had done this assignment the year before. We agreed to finish mid-terms then revisit the subject right after. After mid-terms in my junior year I had once again achieved a 4.0 GPA and was ranked third in my class, which was not bad for a twenty year old kid. Right after the exams, I approached Addy about the project she had due for the end of the year. We agreed to train in the evening, shower then go to the library and begin work on her project. This would also give Mike, exclusive use to the room till about ten at night. I have to say, that last half of my junior year was quite challenging. Between my class work, training at the gym and then helping Addy out in the library I kept extremely busy. I had already loaded my senior year with graduate classes. By going to summer classes during my senior year and taking one semester the following year, I could graduate with my master’s in a year and a half. I needed 150 credits and pass the CPA Exam to be able to achieve my goal. I would be only twenty-one years of age and have The Master of Accountancy Degree, no small feat. Using Addy’s method of training had really paid off for me. I was getting looks from girls all over campus. Not even really looks but mostly stares. My weight had dropped to one hundred eighty-five pounds, but I also had a twenty eight inch waist. We finished all the research for Addy’s project and now it was time to put the project together then bind it. Since we had a long weekend ahead of us, we brainstormed on where to work at. Addy told me her roommate was going out of town for the weekend so using her room would not be a problem. We agreed to meet in the cafeteria for breakfast Saturday morning then go back to Addy’s room and begin work. Addy was not a girl that most men would consider beautiful on first glance. She always wore her black hair in a ponytail pulled back tight. She wore no makeup what so ever and always had baggy, athletic clothes on. Now, I had seen Addy in spandex, so I knew she had an incredible body under those baggy clothes. She was very soft spoken and use only enough words to convey what she wanted to say. She was levelheaded and very sure of everything she did. We ate breakfast then walked across campus back to her room. As we stopped at the door of her dorm room for her to open the door, a girl was walking down the hallway. “Ooh la la, Addy. Bringing a boy back to your room ? You go girl.”, the young woman giggled. Addy made no remark simply opening the door and stepping in. I followed her in and she closed the door behind me. Addy’s room was similar to mine just laid out different. She did have a small table with two chairs in the corner which would be perfect to sit and work at. We worked for close to nine straight hours making sure everything was in the right order for the presentation. I had received a ninety-seven on mine and I honestly felt this one was better. We finally took a break at about six thirty when Addy suggested we order a pizza since we didn’t have any lunch. I agreed and she called the pizza place on campus and they told us it would be delivered by seven. The pizza came as promised and we ate taking a break and just talking for a bit which was odd for Addy. We went back to work around eight and finished up about ten-thirty. I had been sitting on a hard wooden chair all day so when I got up it showed. Or at least Addy immediately noticed. “Tim, lay down right over there on the rug face down.”, she instructed. “I’m ok Addy… I am going to go back….”, I started. “Hush, Tim. Please lay down.”, she asked sternly. I moved across the room and slowly went down to my knees first, then laid down completely. Soon I felt Addy’s body right above me as she straddled my lower back. She rested her weight on my lower back and the top of my butt, leaning forward slightly. Seconds later, I felt her firm, smooth hands touch my shoulders. She began to slowly rub my shoulders with slight pressure kneading the muscles between her fingers. Within minutes, she had me so relaxed I probably could have fallen asleep right there on the floor. She moved down my body so that she was now sitting on my lower thighs as her strong hands worked my lower back. She got up on her knees and ordered me to roll over. I did so and she sat back down on my lower thighs and began rub my large upper thigh muscles. Instantly, I could feel my dick beginning to swell inside my shorts as her thumbs stroked the insides of my thighs. She slowly moved her hands up a bit further until her fingers were softly rubbing my hard dick. I opened my eyes to look up at Addy who was now unbuttoning the top button of my jeans. “Uh Addy, I have……….”, I started to protest. “Tim, I want you to know that this is for stress relief only, nothing more.”, she whispered. She unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and slowly slid the zipper down never taking her eyes off mine. She slowly reached inside my shorts and pulled my cock out quickly. She slowly began to stroke me up and down her eyes fixated on my shaft. I can’t even begin to describe how good it felt or the sensation she was giving me. No one had ever touched me before and it felt amazing. After a minute or so, she stood up and lowered her hand to me. She grasped my extended arm and pulled me up to my feet. She pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down. I moved over allowing her room to get in not quite sure what was going to happen at this point. She untied the strings on the waistband of her sweatpants and pushed them down her legs. She had a small shaved patch of very fine hair above her pussy in the shape of a triangle. She sat up on the bed next to me immediately lowering her right hand between her legs. She began to rub herself in circular motion then nodding at me to do the same. I felt a little embarrassed at first, but I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and began to stroke myself as I had done many times before. After a few seconds all my inhibitions faded as I watched Addy masterbate in front of me. Addy was staring at my cock as I had a steady pace, jerking it up and down. Addy leaned back on her left arm giving me a better view of her glistening pussy. “Want to feel it ?”, she smiled. I simply nodded yes and extended my left arm until my fingers were touching hers. I extended one finger and slowly eased it inside of her as she quickened her pace with her right hand. After a few seconds she asked me to cum with her, that she was ready. I leaned back much like she had done a few minutes ago and squeeze my cock firmly as I stroked it up and down. I knew I was not going to last very long. Suddenly, Addy moaned softly and her entire body became rigid and she furiously rubbed herself back and forth. She remained motionless for a few seconds then leaned forward burying her right hand between her legs. I felt the cum race up my shaft and explode from the head of my cock. The first deposit landed on Addy’s thigh and wave after wave of hot cum erupted from my shaft coating my stomach and hand with my fluids. Addy reached across and pushed my hand away then began to stroke my still hard cock in her hand rubbing the underside of my shaft. My cum had lubricated my shaft and her right hand glided effortlessly up and down on my erection. She continued to stroke me until I had begun to soften in her capable hand. She got up and went to the bathroom and returned with a warm towel and handed it to me. “Thanks Tim, I needed that.”, she giggled. “Uh anytime….”, I laughed. Chapter Three I was glad to see in the following weeks that nothing changed between Addy and myself. At first, I was worried that she might be embarrassed after what we had shared but after seeing her a few times, I saw no evidence of that. I had told her that I wanted my weight to stay at about two hundred ten pounds or so. She immediately put me on a diet of high protein which was unbelievable. I was eating probably five times a day and working out four days hard then take one day off. I repeated this cycle for close to four months and had pushed my weight up to two hundred and fifteen pounds. I decided to continue to work out during the summer and then go back to Addy’s original defining workout after. Addy had finished the project that we worked on and had gotten a score of ninety-nine on it. She was really pleased and thanked me for helping her. She was returning home for the summer but would be back the middle of August for her senior year. I would as well be a senior next year but knew I still had another half year or so with my master’s degree. By the end of July, I was right at two hundred twenty-one pounds so decided to continue for one more month. That way Addy would be back when I changed routines. I pushed hard through August until Addy came back on the twenty-first of that month. I happen to have been in the gym when she walked in. “Damn Tim, you have been hitting it hard huh ?”, she stated, hugging me firmly. “Been trying Addy. Honestly, I was waiting on you before switching back to the other routine.”, I replied. “Well finish out the month and we will start the first or so of September.”, she suggested. I scheduled a rough year finishing my senior courses and taking four courses toward my master’s degree. By the middle of my senior year, I was thriving both in the classroom and the gym. I had worked my way up to almost two hundred thirty pounds before switching routines. I had now dropped almost fifteen pounds but as Addy stated, I had bumps all over. Addy, had decided to stay at school and work on a master’s degree as well which basically would keep her here for another two years. I was hoping to be out of school around the beginning of the following year leaving me with about six months to go. My scholarship was intact due to my finishing up early then I was supposed to. By the time the year ended, I was once again at the top of the class with a 4.12 GPA. During the summer, I only took one advanced class leaving me with four to take the following year. We had the end of the week where perspective employers would set up in the auditorium and interview graduating students for positions with their companies. Since, I still had at least six to possibly twelve months to go, I disregarded it. That evening my guidance counselor dropped by the dorm and informed me that a company wanted to interview me on Friday at one o’clock in the afternoon. I mentioned that I was definitely coming back in the fall. He informed me that they knew that, but they still wanted to interview me. I took the card he handed me and closed the door. The card was from a law firm in Dallas by the name of Butler, Land and Reyes. I did an internet search of them and to their credit they were ranked as the second best law firm in the city of Dallas and number four in the state of Texas. I had a brutal workout at the gym that morning then went and took a shower in the men’s locker. I bought a high protein drink from the gym bar and hung out in the library for a few hours. It was amazing the attention I was getting from the girls now. When I first arrived at school no one gave me more than a glance. Now after the transformation in the gym the attention was unbelievable. Sometimes they would just come up and say hello for no reason. I left the library a little after twelve-thirty and walked directly to the auditorium. I wanted to be a few minutes early, at least. Being late for a job interview was not the way to start a relationship with a perspective employer. I arrived at twenty minutes to one and there were quite a few interview tables set up. Each table had a placard that gave the company name. I walked through the aisle and saw the placard that said Butler, Land and Reyes. The table had two women behind it, brief cases open on the table looking over folders they had in their hands. One lady appeared to be mid-thirties at best, dressed in business attire. The second women looked much younger, maybe mid-twenties and drop dead gorgeous. She had on a white silk blouse and a very short black skirt with black heels. I walked up to the table and took a seat in one of the folding chairs across from them. “Hi, I’m Tim Williams, you wanted to see me ?”, I asked. “Yes, we did Mr. Williams. I’m Amanda Peat. I’m in personnel and the HR director for Butler, Land and Reyes.”, she said, shaking my hand. “Hi Tim, I’m Robin Woods. I’m the special projects director at Butler, Land and Reyes.”, she stated, shaking my hand as well. Robin Woods had the softest hands I had ever felt and she made direct eye contact with me. She was a beautiful, young women who exuded confidence in herself. I was broken from my trance as Amanda Peat brought me back to reality. “Tim, we appreciate you taking the time to meet with us considering the course load you carry. I’m not sure if I ever interviewed someone with this kind of background. Since, you gave us permission to interview you the school gave us all of your high school and subsequent records here at the university. I have to say, I’m very impressed.”, she stated. “Thank you, ma’am.”, I replied. “You are going to take the CPA exam, am I correct.”, she asked. “Yes ma’am. Hopefully within the year.”, I answered. “Great, that’s what we were hoping. Let me get right to the point. Mr. Richard Butler is our firm’s manager and senior partner. He wants to hire an inhouse CPA to handle all of the firm’s expenses and from time to time work on cases that we will be trying. Second, he wants someone young, very motived that he can mold into a valuable company resource. We have been searching for a while and when your records were brought to our attention, he sent us here immediately.”, she said, pausing. “Thank you, but you do know that I’m staying here for to pursue my master’s.”, I inquired. “Yes, we know that. In fact, once hired we plan on sending you to take several legal course’s we think would be beneficial to you. Of course, we would house and pay for all expenses while you’re enrolled. You would work in the office part time and go to school. Then, take the CPA exam and join the firm full time. So, what do you think, so far ?”, she asked. “Honestly, I don’t know. I had never thought about a job. My main goal was to get my master’s and then take the CPA test.”, I answered. “Tim, let me be truthful with you. We are not interviewing anyone else here for this job. If either you or we’re back to the drawing board. I can promise……”, she began before Robin Woods interrupted. “Tim, I was in your seat a few years ago and probably felt as overwhelmed as you do now. Richard Butler recruited me right out of Baylor. I was blown away by the offer that he made but sitting here today, so grateful I was wise enough to take it. Mr. Butler is one of the best men I have ever known. You work hard for him and it will pay off, I promise you. And if you agree, you can further your education and study for the CPA while you’re working for us. Don’t think you’re going to find many offers like that.”, she said, softly. “No, you’re probably right.”, I admitted. “Tim, how about we may you an offer. Look it over and then get back to us. I can mail the offer here to you.”, Amanda asked. “That sounds great Ms. Peat. I promise, I will get back to you.”, I replied. She quickly packed her briefcase and left the table heading for the exit. Robin Woods finished and walked out next to me. “Tim, are you an athlete ?”, Robin asked. “No, I have never played sports.”, I admitted. “So, you just workout at the gym ?”, she asked, somewhat shocked. “Yes, that’s about it.”, I replied. At the start of the next semester, I took all four courses which I knew would be tough. All I did for the next two months was study and workout. I tried to help Addy out as much as I could but my time was limited. Just about that time, a large envelope arrived for me from Butler, Land and Reyes. It was an employment package from Amanda Peat with two business cards. One from her and the other from Robin Woods. I would start at twelve hundred and fifty dollars a week which would amount to sixty-five thousand annually. In addition, company bonuses were available along with a 401K plan and health insurance. This package also included rent for an apartment in Dallas and use of a company car until I started full time with the firm. I thought on the matter for about a week but honestly, I had no other offers. I would have to work somewhere while studying for the CPA test and with this offer, everything was covered. I picked up my cell phone and called Butler, Land and Reyes the following morning. I asked for Amanda Peat but was told that she was out of the office for the week. I then asked for Robin Woods, the operator transferred me immediately. “Robin Woods, how many I help you “, she stated picking up the phone. “Ms. Woods, this is Tim Williams.”, I stated. “Oh, hi. How are you Tim ?”, she asked. “I’m fine, thank you. I received the offer that you sent me and looked it over. I should graduate in a few months with my masters. At that time, I would like to come to work for you.”, I offered. “Oh, that’s great. Mr. Butler asked me earlier today if I had heard from you. He will be pleased to hear you accepted the offer. Look, call me when you think you will be ready to leave school. I will make sure Amanda has your apartment ready and the car. Once we get you started, she will tell you what courses they want you to take.”, she explained. “Sure, that will work.”, I answered. “Mr. Williams, welcome to Butler, Land and Reyes.”, she announced. “Thank you.”, I replied. As my final exams got closer, I began to research the CPA test and what was involved. I had looked it over two years ago but wanted to refresh myself with the process. The test was comprised of four tests lasting four hours each. The four sections were Auditing and Attestation, Business Environment and Concepts, Financial Accounting and Reporting and Regulation. All four sections had to be completed in eighteen months and the minimum test score was seventy-five on each section. I still had quite a sum in my educational scholarship fund. I called and asked if some of money could be used for the CPA study guide. I was informed it could and they arrange to purchase the Surgent CPA Review Ultimate Pass package for around twenty-five hundred dollars. Within two weeks, I received the study guide which was huge and began studying somewhat for the Auditing and Attestation section or part one of the test. On a Friday evening, I was working out at the gym when Addy walked in. It was the first time I had seen her in close to a week. She was hitting the books hard as well making sure she didn’t fall behind. “Hey stranger, how have you been ?”, she asked, hugging me. “I’m good Addy, how about you ?”, I replied. “Good, I think I finally got a handle on everything. Anyway, come by my room tonight. My roommate is out of town again. Don’t bring any books this time.”, she answered, giggling. “Oh, ummm…are you sure.”, I asked, gingerly. “Oh, I’m very sure.”, she replied, winking at me. I showered at the gym for quite a while making sure I was squeaky clean. I had no idea what Addy had in mind but I’m sure it was of a sexual nature. I arrived at her dorm about seven o’clock and made my way up to the third floor. The dorm was in full swing with doors open and people everywhere. I was close to Addy’s room when an attractive blonde stopped in the hallway. She was with two other girls and they already seemed half drunk. “I’m not sure who you’re looking for baby, but you can climb on top of me at any time.”, she stated, causing an uproar in the hallway. “I will keep that in mine.”, I laughed, pushing past her. I got to Addy’s door and knocked softly a few times. She opened the door quickly standing behind it so I could only see her head. “Come in.”, she giggled. I stepped in and she shut the door behind me and immediately knew why she was behind the door. All she had on was a pink tank top with a pink set of panties on. She looked very good and I quickly followed her to the bed where she jumped in. “Get some of those clothes off and join me.”, she smiled. Addy was definitely a no nonsense person who always told you exactly what was on her mind. In a way, she was very refreshing because she was always honest with you. I stripped down to boxers only and climbed in the bed next to her. “I really need this bad.”, Addy commented, looking into my eyes. She reached over inside my shorts and wrapped her hand around my hardening cock. Using my right hand, I reached into the waistband of her panties and lowered my hand until I felt her very, wet pussy. She closed her eyes for a moment when she felt my touch. “I already started getting it ready for you.”, Addy giggled. I moved up slightly with my fingers and started to rub her in small circles like I had saw her do in our previous encounter. She reached down with her left hand and lifted mine up slightly to the right position. “Right there sweetie, right there.”, she moaned. I began to try to simulate what she had done to herself and within a minute or so she began breathing heavily. She quickly surprised me by leaning over and pressing her soft lips to mine. We had never kissed before, so we were in new territory here. She quickly pushed her tongue into my mouth and found mine. That was all it took as Addy had a massive orgasm on my hand. “Holy fuck, I’m cumming.”, she moaned. She kissed me passionately for close to thirty seconds as she slowly came down from her orgasm. I was still softly rubbing her clit which I could tell she was enjoying. She pulled her lips from mine and opened her eyes. “Damn, that was good. I really needed that. Only this time, we’re going to try for more then one.”, she admitted. She got up and pushed my shorts down my leg and threw them on the floor next to the bed. She straddled my thighs and placed my rock, hard cock between her legs. She lowered her right hand and began to jerk me off in a rapid fashion that felt amazing. She was looking down into my eyes with a smile on her face. “Cum on baby, blow that load for me.”, she said, encouraging me. That was all it took as the cum shot from my cock high in the air and landed on my chest and stomach. She expertly milked my dick squeezing every drop of white, hot cum from it. The feeling was incredible as she continued to stroke me softly smearing my cock with the cum coating her hand. She finally stopped and reached over to the nightstand getting a wipe and cleaning me off. She then laid down next to me putting her arm over my waist. “You know Tim, I’m going to miss you. You have become the best friend I have ever had. You’re the nicest guy I have ever met and have helped me in so many ways.”, she stated. “Addy, you have helped me too….everything in the gym. I couldn’t have done that without you.”, I replied. We laid there for a while before either of us spoke again. Addy was a good friend and I was going to miss her. Without warning she slid down my body and took my soft cock into her mouth. Again, this was a first for me and I had no words for the feeling she began to give me. It was not long before my cock was hard under the soft feeling of her wet mouth. Thankfully, I had already cum once and I could really enjoy the pleasure she was giving me. After a few minutes, I decided to turn the tables on Addy. I got up and rolled her on her back and immediately put my head between her legs. I covered her wet pussy with my mouth and pushed my tongue between her lips causing her to moan loudly. “Oh my god.”, she said, her face a picture of pleasure. This was all new to me, so I was trying to watch her face to see how she reacted to the movement of my mouth. As I moved up her pussy and placed my tongue directly on her clit, she began squirming under me. I slowly licked the hard nub protruding from her hood as softly as I could. She reached down with her right hand and placed it on the back of my head urging me on. “Your pussy tastes really good, Addy.”, I whispered. “I’m glad you think so…….god, your tongue feels really good.”, she moaned. I began to flick her clit rapidly with my tongue and I instantly knew I was going to send her over the edge again. I pushed my right index finger deep inside of her flicking her clit as fast as I could. I could feel her juice running from her pussy and down my throat only it became a little thicker. Then without warning she lifted her hips of and bed and had her second orgasm within the hour. She trembled under my mouth and I sucked hard on her clit as she came down off her orgasm. She finally reached down and pushed my forehead causing me to take my mouth off her. “Jesus Tim, oh my God….let me breath for a minute.”, she laughed. Several minutes later, she took me into her mouth again and brought me to another orgasm several minutes later. We repeated the encounter about an hour later before we gave up. “My god Tim, how am I going to get thru another year and a half without you ?”, she giggled.

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Step Daughters' Desire chapter 1 The first two chapters of this story are true and meant to set the stage for the fantasy part of the story where Frank's three step daughters want to experience the sexual pleasures that they think their mother has enjoyed for years with the very loving, protective man which has giving them a good home and life that is their step dad. This is the story of Frank, wife Janis, and three horny step daughters. Frank's step daughters ages twenty, eighteen, and sixteen wanting to experience the sexual pleasure their mother had with Frank. Frank was 6 ft, 190 pounds, dark brown wavy hair, blue eyes, a smile that would melt any woman's heart and bigger than average size cock. Janis was a petite brunette, 5'4” tall, 110 pounds, 34-B tits, beautiful legs, perfect little ass, a friendly sexy smile and bright blue eyes. The first time Frank saw Janis she was managing a convenience store in a mid size central Texas town. Frank paid for his purchases and bought a lottery scratch off ticket. Stepping to the side while Janis rang up a purchase of a customer. After scratching off his ticket he approached the register asking Janis if she would give him $20 for the ticket. She checked the ticket and politely told him with a smile that his ticket was not a winner. Frank smiled his intoxicating smile and said “ I just ask if you would give me $20 for the ticket. I never said it was a winner.” Janis laughed and they started talking as the store was empty. Frank took a liking to Janis and wanted to get to know her better. He told her that he had to get back to his insurance office and left. As he was going to the door Janis smiled and ask him to come back soon. The rest of the day she kept thinking about the tall friendly man that had made her laugh and her day better for it. The more she thought about him the more she felt a tingling in her stomach. She had not felt this feeling since her divorce two years before. After work at the store she started home thinking about Frank. She smiled thinking how good he looked dressed in blue denim wranglers, white shirt, silver belly Stetson hat and black cowboy boots. She knew that he had an insurance office but he dressed like a successful rancher. He moved with the confidence of a man that would be comfortable in a high society crowd or a group of working ranch hands. Janis has always been attracted to confident dominant men. She wondered if she would accept a date request from him if the opportunity presented itself. Frank had a hard time concentrating on work all afternoon for thinking about the pretty petite brunette at the convenience store. Frank being a dominant man accustom to getting what he wanted began thinking about how he could get Janis to go out with him and hopefully having sex with him. This thought made him ask himself if she would be submissive and enjoy his slightly kinky sexual habits. He thought about his ex-wife of 20 years and the times they enjoyed role play involving BD/SM. Frank closed his office at the regular time and headed straight to the convenience store hoping to see Janis again. He was disappointed to find she had been relieved by, Lynn, an older woman for the day. He asked Lynn when Janis would be back on duty. She smiled and told him when Janis worked. Lynn could not wait until the next day to tell Janis about the tall good looking cowboy asking about her and called Janis at home. Janis felt some weird excitement from the news about Frank asking about her. The next day at work Janis kept checking the parking lot hoping to see Frank coming in. When she saw him getting out of a pick-up truck she was surprised to feel the heat and moisture in her pussy. Janis felt like a teenager about to get her first date. When Frank entered the store Janis smiled and welcomed him back. When he smiled at her and said he was happy to see her again she felt like she was going to wet her panties. She blushed as he approached. They talked for a little while then suddenly Frank told her she was going to go out with him. Her heart skipped a beat even though it was not a request but a statement as if he did not intend to take no for an answer. Before she could think about it she replied “Yes Sir” with a big smile and a giggle. Having two small girls living at home with her they had to set a date for the following Saturday three days away when she could leave the girls with her mother for the weekend. Frank was looking forward to the weekend as much or more than Janis. Finally the day arrived and he picked her up at her home. Frank's eyes became wide and his smile big when she answered the door wearing a thin white blouse, mid thigh black skirt, stockings and high heels that laced up around her ankles. She was absolutely beautiful and very sexy. He felt his cock throb as he told her how beautiful she was. Janis blushed and thanked him as she felt a tingling in her pussy. She thought about him taking her to his apartment and making love to her hoping he was well endowed in the love tool department. The thought made her blush again. Frank walked her to the pick-up apologizing for not having a car instead of the pick-up. She smiled and said she preferred a rugged cowboy with a truck. He took her to the nicest Mexican food restaurant in town. They ate a fantastic dinner while the band played soft music in the back ground. Finishing the meal Frank ask what she would like to do now. She wanted to say she wanted to go to his place and fuck all night but instead she told him that he was in charge and she would be happy with anything he decided. Frank had observed the signs that Janis had a submissive personality even though the was in charge and managed a store with employees under her. Thinking he was right he decided to press on hoping he did not frighten her away. He took her small hands in his and pulled her toward him across the table. Looking into her eyes he told her that he was going to take her back to his place, slowly undress her, kiss her from her neck to her toes and then make her orgasm so many times she will beg for mercy. Frank saw her face blush red and she swallowed what appeared to be a large lump. She squirmed in her chair and could not take her eyes away from the captivating blue eyes looking into her soul. She found it hard to speak but finally replied without smiling ,even though her heart was beating rapidly and her pussy was soaking her panties, “If that is what you want.” Fifteen minutes after leaving the restaurant Frank pulled into his drive way, shut the pick-up off, walked around the front of the vehicle, opened the passenger door waiting for Janis to swing her pretty feet and legs out. As her feet swung over the edge of her seat, skirt riding up to the top of her thighs Frank saw the thin black panties covering the object of his desire. He slipped his right arm under her legs behind her knees, pulled her to the edge of the seat wrapping his left arm around her back under her arms, cupping her left breast. He picked Janis up cradling her in his arms he carried her to the front door. Opening the door he stepped inside with Janis in his arms resting her head on his left shoulder. He could feel her shaking and her heart beating rapidly. Frank carried her into the front room with a couch, a recliner and coffee table in the room. Releasing her legs he stood her in the middle of the room. She stood head down shaking with anticipation of what he was about to do. Her pussy was leaking down the insides of her thighs. He smelled her sex and his semi hard cock started to grow and get harder. Gripping her small chin in his hand lightly he raised her face to look him in the eye. He told her that he did not drink so there is no alcohol in the house but if she wanted something to drink he would get it for her. Janis was so nervous and excited she could not speak but shook her head negatively. Frank pressed his lips over hers and worked his tongue in her mouth kissing her passionately and she responded with her kiss and tongue. He felt her relax and melt into his arms pressing her body into his. She moaned softly as she felt his hands move down her body to her firm little ass and lightly squeeze each cheek. He continued to kiss her as his left hand moved up over her sides then her breast and began to unbutton her blouse. He released her and moved behind her wrapping his arms around her body as she rested her head on his shoulder. He moved his hands tenderly from her waist up as he pulled her blouse open. She started to breath hard and gasped as she felt his hands push her thin black bra up over her breast releasing them and her hard nipples standing out begging for attention. Frank tenderly caressed her firm tits lightly squeezing them and teasingly pinching her nipples eliciting a gasp and moan from her each time. Janis felt the sexual heat rising in her body and her pussy as he lovingly played her. Keeping one hand on her breast he caressed her skin from her tits down her body to the button and zipper of her skirt. Releasing the button and zipper letting the skirt slide down her legs to bunch around her feet. Janis felt the cool air on her naked legs and wet crotch of her little black panties sending shivers up her body to her nipples making them harden more. Frank smiled as he felt her wiggle her hips against him and fidget from one foot to the other while moaning and breathing hard making her tits rise and fall in his hand. He moved his lower hand slowly down her stomach inside her panties. She pushed her pussy out seeking contact as his hand moved over her mound. He pressed his fingers into the slit at the top of her pussy applying pressure to her clit working it up and down. Feeling her orgasm approaching he slipped two fingers inside her wet hot pussy as he pressed his thumb on her clit. She sucked in a hard long breath as her orgasm started to peak. Feeling her orgasm about to explode in her small body Frank lowered his open mouth over her right shoulder and bit her. She screamed and her body shook violently as the most intense orgasm she ever had wracked through her body sending a flood of cum into her little black panties. Her knees went limp and Frank had to grip her pussy and tighten his arm around her tits to keep her from collapsing to the floor. Janis felt like she was going to black out as her eyes rolled back and she was hyper ventilating. Frank saw she was about to pass out and picked her up gently laying her on the couch. Frank watched her carefully seeing that she started to breath easier. As she slowly opened her eyes looking up at his concerned face. She said that was fantastic. She smiled then ask him if he was going to fuck her now. Smiling he hooked his fingers in the waist band of her little panties and started tugging them down. She raised her hips letting them slide over her butt. As he moved them past her knees she raised her feet straight up over her hips making it easy to slip the panties over her feet. Janis started to lower her legs but Frank held them up spreading them wide. She looked at him with a surprised look as he started moving his hands down the inside of each leg followed by his lips kissing and licking slowly from her ankles to her pussy. Each time his lips touched her skin she moaned and pushed her hips up seeking the intimate touch from Frank. His fingers brushed her clean smooth shaved pussy sending an electric charge through her body. She felt the juices leaking from her open pussy and another orgasm building in her groin. Suddenly Frank pushed two fingers in her pussy as his lips clamped on her clit. She screamed as he crooked his fingers fucking her pussy and hitting her sensitive G-spot. Her body convulsed as she held her breath as the explosive orgasm hit with out warning. She moaned and breathed hard for minutes, finally coming down from the orgasm. She looked up straight into his eyes. She smiled then said “ Will you please fuck me now?” Frank sat on the side of the couch looking into her exhausted face. Smiling he told her to turn onto her stomach and put her hands behind her back. Puzzled she quickly turned and placed her hands at the small of her back. She gasped as she felt the handcuffs close around her wrist rendering her helpless. Janis felt a mixture of fear, arousal and helplessness. Being helpless under the control of this new man excited her making her pussy leak juices. Frank picked her up and carried her to his bed. Dumping her on the bed face down he stripped giving her the first look at his eight inch thick cock. She gasp and smiled at the big cock. He moved onto the bed and she spread her legs wide before he could tell her to. Grasping her waist at the top of her hips he pull her up to her knees with her head and tits pressed into the bed ass and pussy on display waiting to be taken by her new lover. Moving between her spread knees Frank rubbed his hard aching cock between her pussy lips. Three strokes over her clit with his hard slick cock pushed her over the edge and she had her third orgasm of the night. He drove his cock balls deep in her slick pussy as she orgasmed. His thick cock filled her like she had never been filled before. Another orgasm hit her before the first one ended. She pushed her pussy hard onto his cock and moaned while she squirted cum on his cock. She breathed hard gasping for air as she continued to orgasm. Frank kept ramming his hard cock deep in her shaking body causing one orgasm after another. Finally he rammed deep and held still as he shot his whole load of cum in her hot slick pussy. She milked the cum from his cock with her cunt muscles until they collapsed on the bed him on top of her small body. Frank's cock started going soft and slipped from her pussy followed by a stream of her juices and his cum making a large wet spot on the covers of the bed. She said “Thank you Frank. That was incredible.” He smiled with his mouth resting next to her ear. “We are not finished yet my little slut.” The news and him calling her his little slut sent a tingle of pleasure from her tits to her used pussy. “ For real Frank?” There's more?” Frank whispered “ That's right my sweet little bitch. You have not begged for mercy yet.” and let out an evil low laugh that sent shivers through her. Before she completely recovered from the last series of orgasms he moved reaching into a draw in the night stand he pulled a blindfold and a ball gag. She did not see what he was doing until he slipped the blind fold over her eyes plunging her into darkness. This made her a little uneasy even though she felt a nervous excitement at being more helpless under his control. She was feeling a little more relaxed when she felt a sharp smack on her ass causing her to open her mouth to yelp with slight pain and surprise. Frank forced the ball gag in her mouth and buckled it tight. Janis lay face down, legs spread, hands cuffed behind her, blindfolded and ball gagged under the control of a good looking kinky stranger. Thinking that she had submitted to someone practically unknown to her giving him complete control over her. She was a little frightened but it also aroused her feeling like he would not harm her. He had already forced more pleasure on her than anyone had ever done for her. This thought made her smile around the gag and felt a tingle of arousal rush through her. She felt her pussy pulse and leak more juice. The thought of him telling her he was not finished with her yet excited her even more. She felt him move down between her legs hoping he had recovered and was about to fuck her again. Suddenly she felt something cool dropping on her ass crack and run slowly down her crack over her little rose bud onto her pussy. She flinched when she felt his finger moving up and down between her ass cheeks pressing onto her tight little rose bud entrance to her ass hole. She shook her head trying to let him know she was an anal virgin. His finger pressed on her rose bud but did not enter. She clinched her muscles around his fingers as he plunged them into her hot wet pussy. He began to finger in and out of her pussy teasing her clit and G-spot until she was on the verge of another orgasm. She was moaning into the ball gag and pushing her cunt onto his fingers. Just as her orgasm was about to peak pushing her over the edge he pushed the finger resting on her rose bud into her ass to the first knuckle shooting her over the edge and she screamed into her gag as her body jerked uncontrollably as she was hit with the hardest orgasm of the night. She did not know if it was one hard orgasm or several orgasm strung together but she was on the verge of passing out from the intense pleasure. Frank pulled out of her pussy and drove his ass finger deeper in her forcing more orgasm on her. His finger fucked her ass until he could slip a second finger in by the first sending more pleasure through her ass to her pussy. She was having a hard time breathing small tremors of pleasure pulsed through her whole body for what seemed like hours. When she began to settle back down she realized he had pulled both sets of fingers out of her. He let her rest a bit. When he thought she could continue he moved down to her ankles and crossed her legs. She wondered what was coming next when he abruptly twisted her legs to the left flipping her onto her back. She felt the leather cuffs as he buckled them to her ankles. She thought he was going to tie her ankles to the lower corners of the bed. Janis lay on her back hands cuffed behind her, blindfolded, ball gagged, pussy throbbing, ass tingling and her mind racing from all the pleasure forced on her to this point. She felt tired slightly sore and excited. She started to wiggle her little ass wanting him back in her. The next thing she felt was the nipple clamps pinching her nipples sending a mixture of pain in her nipples and pleasure to her pussy. She tried to scream into the gag from the pain in her nipples. Then she heard his soothing voice next to her ear telling her that the pain would go away if she would relax and accept it. She tried to do as he said and the pain started to dull and she breathed a sigh of relief. Janis squealed when Frank suddenly pulled her left ankle up toward the corner post of the head board above her head and tied it. Then he did the same with her right ankle. This forced her ass up off the bed spreading her legs wide and exposing her ass and pussy to him for easy access. He was hard again and needed to fuck her hard and deep again. Without any hesitation or warning he moved onto the bed, slid up close to her ass on his knees and rammed his cock hard and deep into her wet hot cunt. She screamed and erupted with another orgasm squirting over his cock. She jerked and her cunt contracting on his cock gripping it as if she was trying to trap him deep inside her. He started fucking in and out of her pussy with long hard fast strokes forcing her to orgasm one after another non stop until he rammed balls deep into her cunt and held tight while he shot cum deep inside her hitting her cervix forcing her to push onto his cock and scream with a brain wracking orgasm. As he shot the last of his cum in her he reach up to her nipples pulling the clamps off. The sudden pain in her nipples as the blood rushed to the ends of them catapulted her into a brain wracking orgasm that lasted until she passed out. She finally came back to life and lay very still. Frank removed the blindfold and ball gag. He could tell she was exhausted and very satisfied. She looked into his eyes and almost whispered “Mercy” “ I can't cum again. I can't take anymore right now.” He slowly released her ankles and removed the cuffs. When he ask if she wanted to shower she looked at him with a faint smile and said “ I am too tired to move” He picked her up gently, placed her across the foot of the bed, turned the covers back, picked her up and laid her in the bed resting her head on a soft pillow crawling into bed with her. He held her close spooning her. She felt happy safe and sexually satisfied as she fell into deep sleep in his arms. When Janis woke the next morning she was in the king size bed alone snuggled under the covers. She giggled and thought what an incredible date. She thought she had wished for Frank to be the confident dominant type and he did not disappoint her at all. She thought about the bondage and pain. Something she had never done before and knew that she wanted to do it again. Hoping that he had enjoyed last night as much as she did and would want to see her again. She looked around the bedroom and discovered the bathroom. She slowly moved out from under the covers and went into the bathroom to clean her body. Finishing her shower feeling refreshed she dried on a big fluffy towel and wrapped it around her. Checking the bedroom she found non of her clothes but noticed a large T-shirt on the foot of the bed that was not there when she went into the shower. She put the T-shirt on with nothing under it. It hung on her like a dress covering her down to upper thighs. She walked from the bedroom thinking about him carrying her into the bedroom last night. The thought sent a tingle to her lower regions and a smile on her face. As she approached the kitchen she smelled bacon and coffee. Janis saw Frank sitting at the end of the kitchen table wearing a long robe. As she walked toward him she saw a plate of hot bacon, eggs, grape jelly, hot biscuit and steaming coffee waiting for her. She moved to his side and leaned down kissing him on the lips. As she raised up she thanked him for a wonderful night and ask if the other plate was for her. He smiled and said he thought she might need it after what he put her through last night. They sat and ate while talking. He told her that he did not believe in dragging things out. He wanted her to know that he thought she is beautiful, sexy and a fantastic woman but did not know if she had ever experienced bondage sex. She told him that last night was a first for several things for her but that she enjoyed all of it very much. She told him that she would never have believed she could cum so many times and so much in one night. He smiled and ask if she thought she would want to do it again. She almost shouted “ABSOLUTELY” They both broke out in loud laughter at her answer. END OF CHAPTER 1 story will continue.

Introduction: Preceding our Sex Stories How Eve and I First Met The account below details how I met Eve. After reading my narrative, Eve made several edits—mainly to the dialogues we had—to better reflect her recollections and her manner of speaking. Some might argue that I've included excessive detail in describing our meeting or that the story progresses too slowly. Eve and I respectfully disagree, believing it is crucial for readers to understand all the circumstances surrounding the events that changed our lives. It's the only way for everything to make sense. We are not sharing this widely—only on sexyreads.com —and if there's enough interest, we will share more about how our relationship developed. It was (and continues to be) an incredible experience. Robbie & Eve 12 October 2012 ___________________ Traffic on I-95 was manageable as I drove north through New Jersey to New York. After productive meetings and property tours in Trenton, I had one client left near Boston before returning to Montreal. I prefer driving to flying as it allows for unannounced visits to REIT properties, keeping managers alert. On a cold Friday morning in January, radio warnings predicted a snowstorm from the Midwest by afternoon. I wasn't too concerned, expecting to reach Boston before it hit, and my Escalade handled snow well. However, I increased speed slightly to stay ahead of the weather. I’m a creature of habit and always use the same rest areas for gas and snacks when traveling. One regular stop is the last plaza before New York City, where I pulled up to a pump. Despite the bitter cold, road warriors were outside the fast food restaurant with signs like “Albany,” “Hartford,” and “Portland.” I considered helping “Hartford” but decided against it as he seemed strung out. One aspect I love about traveling in the U.S. is cheaper gas compared to Quebec, though my Escalade still takes time to refuel. The cold wind cut through my jacket, prompting a vow to buy something warmer. After refueling, I grabbed my receipt and switched from dress shoes to winter boots, as my feet were cold and the weather seemed likely to worsen. As I pulled my boots from under my travel bag, I heard a muted "Bonjour" behind me. This greeting is uncommon in the U.S. I turned to see what I thought was a child in a puffy parka and ski pants. On closer inspection, I realized she was a young woman, likely in her early 20s and about five feet tall. She held a sign reading "Canada" and wore a large backpack. I replied bonjour and asked her in English where she was from. She switched to English and said, "Cote-des-Neiges," a neighborhood in Montreal near where I live. She pointed at my license plate. “I had to come over when I saw you were from Quebec. Are you on your way back?” I told her that I was, but that I had to make a stop outside of Boston before heading for the border through New Hampshire and Vermont. “Is there any way I could get a ride, at least to the border?” I told her that I also lived in Montreal and that I wouldn’t mind bringing her the entire way home if she didn’t mind getting back after midnight. “God, I really appreciate it. I promise I won’t bother you, ok?” I smiled and asked her name as I helped her take off her backpack. I noticed it was quite heavy as I put it into the back of the Escalade and I wondered silently how she managed it. “It’s Eve. Nice to meet you, uhm…” I told her that my name was Robert but that everyone called me Robbie. She nodded her head and I opened the passenger door for her. “Hmmm, a real gentleman.” I walked around to my side and started the engine, adjusting the heat up by a few degrees to get rid of the chill. Eve settled in quickly and pulled her hood back – at that moment I realized that she was probably a French Canadian / Native American mix because of her high cheekbones, complexion and eye shape. She had her hair tightly pulled up, a hairstyle that I found wasn’t particularly flattering for her, but she was definitely attractive and had a friendly face. We sat silently and listened to music as I reentered the flow of traffic on I-95 and headed north. I didn’t want to pry, but I finally asked what she was doing in the U.S., and how she ended up at a rest area in New Jersey. “Well, I needed to get away from Montreal for a while, so I packed a few things back in September and flew to New York. I explored the city for a while, and then decided to have an adventure by hitchhiking down to Key West to see the sunset over the Gulf. I never got there because I spent so much time in Washington D.C. and Atlanta with friends. I’ve been on my way home for about a week.” I asked her if she felt safe hitchhiking and if she experienced any problems. “Well I guess the whole point of doing it was to meet all kinds of people, and I did that. The good thing was that I didn’t have a schedule or anything, so I wasn’t under any pressure. I’ve been very picky about the people I take a ride from, and you’re an example of that. I don’t think a well-dressed guy driving a huge SUV is going to be a problem.” I smiled at my first thought, which was that she should tell that to the former shareholders of Enron. “I had trouble twice, once when I was in Georgia and a real jerk tried to pick me up like I was a prostitute. I also ran into an idiot last night in Baltimore. He was heading up to Albany and seemed ok at first, but he started making stupid jokes about sex and I knew where that could go if I didn’t get out of the car.” I nodded. “Basically it’s been great and I don’t want to make it like those two ruined it or anything.” I asked her where her family was from, which is a politically correct way of figuring out what race someone is. She paused and stared out of her window for a moment before answering. “My dad was born in Montreal and he took over my grandfather’s import business when he was in his 30’s. He met my mom when he was on business in Hong Kong and they had a long distance relationship for a few years. He brought her back to Canada after they were married and I came along about a year after that. So, to answer what you were really asking, I’m half Chinese, half French Canadian.” I admitted that my first impression was that she was a Native American mix. “Yeah, I get that a lot actually. It isn’t always a good thing because they are discriminated against so badly and really misunderstood.” I asked her if she was close to her parents. “It’s kind of complicated. My mom and dad fought a lot because she was a super conservative Chinese and he was a swinging-dick Quebecois that flirted with women a lot, even when she was standing right next to him.” Eve paused. “Anyway, my mom finally divorced my dad after she caught him in bed with his assistant. She went back to Hong Kong when I was seven years old but she left me with my dad so that I would grow up in Canada and have more opportunities.” I frowned when I heard this. I’d been divorced for eight years and that happened because of my ex’s failure to commit to me in an exclusive relationship. Unfortunately, this is a common story because of the culture in Quebec. I’d casually dated a few times since the divorce, but I’d been concentrating on my career and wasn’t ever able to find the right person. “Leaving me was really hard on my mom, but my dad was always very good to me and gave me everything I needed. I have a communications degree and without my dad that wouldn’t have happened, that’s for sure. He died a few years ago and I miss him a lot. My mom is still in Hong Kong and we talk on the phone, but I’ve only visited her a few times.” Eve turned to face the window again and I drove for a while in silence. When I asked Eve if she had any brothers or sisters and got no reply, I realized that she’d dozed off. Occasional snowflakes started to hit the windshield when I turned from I-95 onto the Hutch on my way to the Merritt Parkway to avoid I-95 through Connecticut. Eve was dead to the world and I let her sleep rather than waking her to ask her if she was hungry. As we passed through Hartford the snow started to accumulate and both my bladder and stomach were sending SOS messages. I woke Eve as we merged onto I-84 and asked her if she was ok with a stop for a bathroom and some food. “Sure Robbie, but I’m buying, Ok?” I pulled off at the next exit and pulled into a restaurant that looked promising. I helped Eve with her parka as we sat down, and I realized for the first time how petite she really was, as well as how feminine. A sweater and her ski pants kept her exact proportions a mystery; however, it was clear from the swell of her bust line that she was quite well endowed. She had delicate hands and moved with a fluid motion that really got my attention. I asked Eve how tall she was. “I’m 151 cm. Brown hair and brown eyes as you can see. I’m probably about 50 kilos if you must know, but that might change depending on how much I eat right now.” It was obvious from her scripted answer and tone that Eve was annoyed by my question and I realized that these were facts that she’d probably related a thousand times. She’d picked up her menu and started flipping pages as she answered, so I stopped the Q&A session and did the same. I did some mental arithmetic and calculated that she was a little less than five feet tall and that she weighed about 110 pounds. After we ordered it was Eve’s turn for questions and she asked me what I did for a living. I explained that I bought, managed and sold commercial properties, mostly retail centers, residential facilities and office buildings for a REIT. She asked about my family and I told her that my father was from the U.S. and that he’d met and married my mother in Montreal. She seemed pleased when I told her that I was very close to them and that they lived in Brossard. Eve asked if I was a dual citizen and I said yes, and that this really simplified my business life, but really complicated my tax life. By the end of the meal Eve knew that I’d been divorced and that I had no children. She nodded her head when I told her why – as I said, it’s a common story in Quebec. Her questions underscored that she was highly intelligent and her mannerisms suggested that she had many years of dance training or something similar. I’d never met anyone so in control of every motion; when Eve picked up her fork or reached for her drink her smooth movements fascinated me. “Robbie, the reason I had to leave Montreal was because my boyfriend couldn’t keep his hands off of other women and I’d finally had enough.” Eve paused and played with her spoon. “We’d been together for almost three years and I knew for a long time that it was going to fail, but I hung in and hoped he would change. He didn’t, so I threw him out of the apartment and out of my life. I bought my ticket for New York a few days later.” Eve looked up with a pained expression and seemed to be reading my mind. “It’s hard to trust people, isn’t it?” I agreed and joked that my ex and her ex were probably made for each other. This didn’t brighten her up, and I was glad that the waitress arrived with the bill a moment later. I scooped it up before Eve could react and gave it back to the waitress with my credit card. “Robbie, I was supposed to pay that. I do have money; I hope you don’t think I can’t take care of myself.” I explained that it was my policy to pay for things and that while she was my passenger she had to submit to some chivalry. She pointed a finger at me and slowly waved it back and forth. “Don’t spoil me Robbie, it’ll do you no good.” I made my best “who, me?” face and we started back to the Escalade. It was snowing pretty heavily by this point, so after topping off with gas, I settled in at a speed well below the speed limit. When we passed through the tolls and turned east onto the Massachusetts Turnpike, visibility got worse and worse. About 20 minutes later, I made a call to my client to let them know I was about 45 minutes from their office. Unfortunately, I learned that they’d decided to close the office early because of the storm and that we would have to reschedule. At this point I wasn’t sure what to do. If I doubled back on the Turnpike and headed west into the storm I could probably get through to Montreal safely via I-87 in New York. Alternatively, I could stick to my original plan and go north through New Hampshire and Vermont, but this meant passing through the mountains and that was probably more risky. Either option meant fighting the snow for maybe 6 or 8 hours, maybe more at the speed we would be moving at. I asked Eve what she thought. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to try to drive anywhere at all in this mess Robbie. Why don’t we find a place to stay and get some rest instead? I’ll get my own room; I’m definitely not making any suggestions here, ok?” I agreed and pulled off at the next exit. The sign after the toll booth said there was a hotel to the west and we followed our noses until it appeared. The snow was getting deeper and the wind was really picking up. The desk clerk was really young and he seemed to enjoy the battle after I insisted on paying for Eve’s room, especially when I lost. He gave us adjoining rooms on the top floor and the usual sales pitch for the hotel restaurant. As we exited the elevator and arrived at our doors, Eve turned to me. “Robbie, I need to take a shower and I’ve got a ton of calls to make, so why don’t we meet in the lobby around 8:00 and see if the restaurant is as good as he says it is?” I agreed and suggested that Eve not use her cell or the hotel phone to make her calls. I explained that she could borrow my IPod touch if she wanted and use Skype for free on the wireless network instead. She nodded, opened her door, and left me alone in the hallway. ___________________ I have a set routine in hotel rooms and after setting up my mobile office, I checked my email and took a quick shower. I laid out my clothes for dinner and settled down to read the online news and to revisit the offering packages I’d received in Trenton for two retail centers. As I worked, I heard a soft knock on the connecting door between our rooms. I stood, tied my bathrobe closed, unlocked the door, and pulled it open. Eve was wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt; her hair was damp and she stood in bare feet. I couldn't help but stare, for her hair was no longer up and her high cheekbones and dark eyes were framed perfectly. This resulted in an exotic appearance that I hadn't anticipated. She had a mature figure with a narrow waist accentuated by wide, flaring hips and even wider shoulders that gave her an athletic look. I couldn't help but notice the outline of Eve’s breasts under her t-shirt and the prominence of her nipples made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. My earlier impression that she was well endowed was confirmed beyond any possible doubt. In fact, she had remarkable breasts for such a petite woman and I found myself wondering if she might have had some work done on them. An electric shock passed through me as she started to speak - everything moved in slow motion and it felt like every cell in my body was tingling. Eve seemed preoccupied and completely unaware of her effect on me. "Robbie, can I use your iPod for a while to make my calls?" I turned slowly and returned to the desk in a trance. After a few moments I found my IPod under the offering memorandums and returned to her. Eve looked into my eyes and smiled slightly - this was the first time I'd seen her smile. She took the IPod, mouthed a silent "thanks", and gently closed the door. I blinked my eyes in disbelief, staring at the door and remembering every detail of her face and body. As I did, I picked up the scent of her damp hair and found it strangely familiar. I returned to my chair and tried to forget what I'd seen, but I became more and more aroused as I thought about Eve. What would it be like to have her? What would it feel like to have her breasts in my hands? Could Eve possibly be thinking similar thoughts about how it would be with me? I knew this was a complete fantasy and that I'd never actually act on my thoughts - but it was so arousing to daydream about what it would be like if it happened. It was tremendously difficult to concentrate on much else, but I had a lot of time to kill and I tried to dig into my work. I waited until nearly 8:00 to get dressed, and while I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I heard another knock on the connecting door. When I opened it, I saw that Eve was still dressed in her sweat pants and t-shirt and that her eyes were puffy and red. It was obvious that she'd been crying. "Your battery is totally dead, Robbie. I'm really sorry about that." I told her it was ok as I took the IPod from her hands. Eve looked at me thoughtfully. "Can we talk for a minute?" I motioned toward the desk chair and she moved to it, pausing for a moment to look around before sitting down. I sat at the end of the bed. "Robbie, I need to share something and I want you to be honest with me, ok?" I nodded my head slowly and tried not to look at anything other than her eyes. "I know in my heart that I'm a good person that only wants good things for the people around me. I don't know, maybe I make bad decisions and pick the wrong friends, especially guys, but I never ask anything of anyone except that they tell me the truth. Do you believe me?" I told her that I did. "But I wasn't completely honest with you in the car today, Robbie. I didn't kick my boyfriend out; he threw me out on my ass because he found a tall, leggy bimbo with blond hair and monster boobs that has no brain at all. I should have known that he was using me as a fuck friend until he found something more interesting.” I started to speak, but Eve held up her hand as tears rose in her eyes. “I know that I'm really short and I’m not a supermodel. I wasted so many years on that asshole because he was all I had. Oh, and believe me, he wasn’t my first waste of time.” She stared at the floor. “I called him tonight to see if I could go by the apartment to get the things I didn’t take over to my friend’s house before I left for New York. He told me that he threw everything away after I left and that I should go fuck myself.” She paused again, trying not to cry. "All I want is to find someone special and to explore how things go. If it works, then I want to be married – none of the Quebec modern lifestyle shit - and to start a family. I guess it’s just too much to ask for. It scares guys away. Why do I always seem to end up with nothing?” Eve was sobbing now, and I knew better than to go over and try to hold her, whispering that everything would be ok. I realized that taking advantage of her emotional state to get close was just so wrong. I waited for a few moments, and then told her that I thought she was an exceptional woman and that she must be right - she'd just picked the wrong guys. "I don't think so, Robbie. It's my fate. I'm getting older and older. Life is passing me by and I’m running out of time.” I told her that I respected her thoughts, but that I disagreed, especially when it came to fate and how much time she had. "I'm 34, Robbie. Not that much time left, I'm afraid." I was stunned. I sat with my mouth hanging open, staring at her. I finally told her that I'd guessed that she was in her early 20’s, and that I found her extremely attractive, both as a person, and physically. This changed the direction of our conversation. "You aren't just saying that?" At this point I couldn't help myself and I scanned her slowly from head to toe. When I came back to her face, she was looking at me intently. "Robbie, I really mean it. You aren't saying that to bullshit me, or to get into my pants or something, right?" I looked into her eyes and knew instantly that I could never lie to this woman, or hurt her. I explained that I meant exactly what I said. I admitted that I’d fantasized a little after seeing her when she borrowed the IPod, but that I wasn’t the one that would decide if anything would ever pass between us – it had to be her decision, and we had plenty of time to get to know each other if she wanted to. “Robbie, I'm sorry to bother you with all of this. All my energy went into the calls that I made and I need to be alone for a while to think. Do you mind if I just get room service tonight? You can knock on the door in the morning when you are ready to leave, ok?” I nodded as Eve slowly got up and walked toward the door, pausing for a few moments without saying anything before she closed it once again. I spent the entire time in the restaurant wondering how this beautiful creature could be so down on herself. Clearly she'd been taken advantage of and probably abused by people in her life – perhaps this led to her current feelings. It wasn't a lack of intelligence - absolutely not. She was so beautiful, but she didn’t seem to see it at all. I found it impossible to believe that she was only three years younger than I was, but she had no reason to lie about that. I returned to my room after I finished my rather bland meal and watched TV for a while. I finally drifted off to sleep with the thought of continuing a conversation with Eve in the morning when both of our minds were more rested. ___________________ I woke suddenly, and after a moment to figure out where I was, I glanced over at the clock - it was almost 2:00 in the morning. Somehow I knew that something was wrong; I didn't know what, but the atmosphere in my room had changed and the primitive part of my mind was on high alert. As I tried to figure out what had changed, my nose picked up a familiar scent. I suddenly realized that it was the smell of Eve's hair. "Robbie, I'm right here." She was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, still in her sweats and t-shirt. "Can I come in with you?" I pulled the blanket down and she slipped in next to me, keeping a space between us. "Did you mean what you said, Robbie?" I told her again that I did. "And you really have no one in your life, right?" I told her that I was alone in life. “Robbie, I want you to know that I am financially secure. I don’t need your pity…” I said nothing, giving her time to say what I knew was really on her mind. “…I don’t want to be hurt again.” She rolled toward me and I slid my arm under her head, pulling her against me gently. She put her hand over my chest and snuggled in. "Hold me, Robbie." I held her tightly, feeling her warmth against me. She was incredibly soft and small, and I knew that she’d just given me a priceless gift - her trust. I’d known her for less than a day, but I believed that I’d finally found someone that shared my goals and values. I listened to her breathing without saying a word, and after it slowed and she was asleep, I drifted off again. ___________________ “Wake up sleepy head.” I opened my eyes and saw Eve’s face just over mine. “Shower time.” She slid out of bed and started toward the bathroom. Her hips had an inviting swing to them as she pulled her t-shirt over her head in that special way that only a woman can manage. She disappeared around the corner. “Do you need a written invitation, Robbie?” By the time I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, Eve had taken off her sweat pants and had reached into the shower to turn on the water. I caught my breath as I saw her naked body for the first time. Her Asian genes were clearly evident in her body shape but her breasts were purely Caucasian, with large nipples and a slight hang to them. Within half a second I felt myself harden and I hoped that Eve wouldn’t take that in the wrong way. She took a step toward me and put her arms around me, pulling me toward her into a hug. I’m about a foot taller than Eve, so she fit under my chin perfectly and my cock was now straining against her abdomen from inside of my boxers. “I want to feel you against me… ….Let’s take these off…” She stepped back and helped me to pull my t-shirt over my head. My boxers fell to the floor after she pushed the waistband past my hips. Eve pressed her breasts and abdomen firmly against me as she swayed her hips slightly, creating an incredible friction between us. I had my hands on her back as she moved against me, and when she turned around, she guided them down to her breasts. They were wonderfully heavy, the perfect combination of soft and firm, and undoubtedly natural and her own. I squeezed them gently, and then traced a finger around each nipple. They responded immediately and hardened. “Touch me…” Eve continued to sway back and forth with my throbbing cock against her back while I gently ran my hands up and down her body, feeling the incredible curve of her waist and reaching down to explore the dark tuft of hair just above her vulva. She had exceptionally soft skin and I wasn’t sure how long I could withstand her motion against me. I felt myself tighten as I moved toward the point of no return. When I stepped backward to slow things down, Eve turned toward me once again and reached down, taking my throbbing cock into her tiny hands, which made me look far larger than I really am. “What are we going to do about this?” She ran her hands gently up and down my cock, squeezing the base and the tip each time she reversed direction. I started to pull away again, but Eve stepped toward me, not allowing me to escape. The bathroom countertop kept me from going any further anyway and I knew I was close to making a huge mess. She stopped for a moment, pressed her breasts and abdomen against me again, and started to sway. I fought desperately to keep from cumming. “Don’t hold back, Robbie. Let it happen…” I didn’t have a choice at that point and I clenched my teeth as I came, shooting cum between her body and mine, which made the feeling of our contact all the more erotic. Eve kept moving back and forth well after I’d finished, pressing her body very hard against mine and making me see stars. It was the most incredible orgasm I’d had up to that moment in my life, and the wetness between us kept me quite hard until she finally pulled away. “That’s for last night, Robbie. That’s for not taking advantage of me when you certainly could have, and for being a decent human being.” She smiled and took my hand, leading me into the shower. We spent almost a half hour in the shower exploring each other, washing every inch of each other’s bodies. Finally, Eve guided my hand down between her legs and I gently pressed a finger against her clit using a circular motion, which made her close her eyes and moan softly. I continued until I could tell she was getting close, and then I knelt down and inserted my index finger deeply inside of her pussy. I moved my finger in and out, in tandem with my thumb pressed against her clit, slowly increasing and decreasing the pressure until Eve shuddered twice, let out a gasp, and came. I could feel the incredible strength of the muscles surrounding her pussy as they contracted and clamped down on my finger – I’d never felt anything close to that before. I realized at that moment that I’d never kissed Eve – a strange thought given what we’d just done – and I stood, pulling her against me and kissing her deeply. We were both somewhat dazed by what had just happened, and after drying off we returned to the bed and got back under the blankets to stay warm. “That was something.” I pulled her close and gave her another kiss, enjoying her taste as well as the feel of her naked skin against mine. We held each other for a few minutes before Eve spoke. “Robbie, do you think I’m sexy?” I told her exactly how I felt – that she was insanely sexy and that I couldn’t believe she didn’t see it. “Well, I hate the way that my breasts hang down.” I said that I was really turned on by the feminine shape of her breasts and that large, natural breasts do that. “God they aren’t that big Robbie. It depends on the bra and the time of the month but I usually wear either a 34C or 34D.” I moved under the blanket, took a nipple into my mouth and gently teased it with my tongue. Eve began to tweak her other nipple and our combined stimulation caused both to gradually swell to their fully erect size. I was surprised by how large her nipples became but absolutely amazed as both of her areolas became swollen and puffy. Eve moaned softly as I continued to suckle and her hands gradually moved down between her legs. As I returned to kiss Eve once again, I caught the musky scent of her pussy and this subconsciously diverted all available blood back toward my cock. Eve felt what was happening against her leg. “Do you have a condom?” I told her that I wasn’t the kind of guy that travels around expecting to have a gorgeous woman in his hotel bed. “I don’t have anything either. Maybe we can call the front desk or something?” A missing toothbrush was one thing, but the thought of calling and asking if the hotel had condoms available was a bit too much. I let a moment pass and told Eve that there was no need to rush - we could pick something up later on the way back to Montreal and spend some time together tonight if she wanted. My cock started to soften. “Robbie, my period started last Sunday so it should be all right for us to have sex for another day or two. What do you think?” One part of my brain wanted to roll on top of her and enter her immediately, but the other side was screaming that I had to be careful. My ex and I used the rhythm method for years without a problem because we were very conservative with it. Eve’s dates put her on day seven of her cycle – an uncertain day if she happened to ovulate a few days early, or if she experienced a short cycle. More importantly, sometimes you have to listen to logic, or you end up with something nasty that can’t be cured with any drug. I told her everything that I was thinking about. “My cycles are always 30 or 31 days and I’m willing to take that risk if you are. Is there anything else I should be worried about, Robbie?” I told her that I’d been tested after my divorce and that I’d always used condoms since, so I was pretty sure I was ok. “Well, nothing here either. My ex always refused to have sex without a condom, even just before, during, or right after my period. He definitely didn’t want children and with his playing around I’m glad he never put that thing inside me without covering it.” Another moment passed. “It’s up to you, Robbie.” Eve was unmistakably offering herself to me, which was an even more meaningful gift of trust. It had been many years since I’d been with my ex without a condom – and to be honest, the thought of doing so with Eve was tremendously erotic. I wanted to feel her against me in every way possible and, despite what many people claim, there is a huge difference, even using the thinnest condom. A familiar feeling was returning as I began to harden once again. Eve pulled the blanket down and looked at my cock, touching it gently. “Well, I guess I have your answer, don’t I?” Eve turned and swung her leg over me, putting her pussy directly over my face while she continued to play with my cock. I was memorized by her scent and the wetness from her earlier orgasm, hanging just above my mouth, and I pulled her downward so that I could taste her. She was incredibly clean and I gradually worked by tongue inside of her, trying to concentrate as she continued to touch and squeeze me. She made a few “oh” sounds and pressed her pubic bone against my chin as I ran my tongue around her vulva, occasionally pushing my tongue inside of her. Without warning, Eve took my cock into her mouth and sucked gently, running her tongue around the tip. She squeezed my balls as she started to move up and down my cock and the sensation was incredible. She paused, releasing me from her mouth. “Let me know before you are going to cum, ok?” She took me back into her mouth, again using her tongue to tease. As I continued my exploration of her pussy, she lowered her head slowly, taking me in deep, and I could feel her teeth scape me gently when she pulled back. I was intoxicated by the moment and lost track of time. The tension in my groin grew to the point where I knew that I was getting close to orgasm, and, remembering Eve’s words, I touched her and let her know what was going to happen. To my surprise, she didn’t stop and continued until I felt myself slipping over the edge. Suddenly, Eve raised herself off of me, turned quickly to face me, and pressed her vulva against the base of my throbbing cock, forcing my cock against my pubic bone. I gasped as she put her entire weight onto me and I involuntarily raised my knees against her ass as the first contraction of my orgasm began. “Not yet…” When I recovered enough to open my eyes, I was treated to the sight of Eve’s breasts above me as she continued to press against me. She was looking down with a strange look at my cock, and when I followed her gaze I realized that a large string of cum had managed to make it past her defenses onto my stomach. Eve reached down and collected what she could, bringing her hand back to her mouth and tasting what she’d found. She leaned over and kissed me deeply; I was excited by the knowledge that she tasted herself in the same way that I tasted myself. I let Eve know that if she moved before I had a few minutes to recover, I’d probably cum very quickly. She continued to press against me as I reached up and gently cupped her breasts, feeling their warmth and weight. They did have a hang to them and this really turned me on. I could see that she would look fantastic in a low-cut dress, even without a bra – and I’d never seen such incredible nipples. I told her so. “Robbie, I’m really attracted to you too. I hope I’m not hurting you… …I should have stopped when you told me to.” I told her it was ok and gently massaged her breasts for a few minutes as my heartbeat slowed. Eve finally raised her hips and started to lightly rub her vulva up and down along my now insensitive and semi-hard cock. As blood circulation returned I hardened and she started to bear down, swaying her hips from side to side. She was clearly enjoying the feel against her clit, which she pressed tightly against me by tipping her hips forward the end of an occasional stroke. Eve stopped, moved forward slightly, and placed her lips directly over the tip of my cock. I could feel her wetness as she pressed downward and her lips parted slightly around me. I was just a small motion away from being inside of her. She paused. “I’m right here if you want me.” I pushed forward, but I had to pull back when I missed her entrance and she slid along my shaft. As I pushed forward again she leaned forward, tipped her hips and I was inside of her. Eve pushed against me until I could go no further, and then squeezed my cock tightly with her powerful muscles, thrust a few times, and sat back. She started to move very slightly up and down, letting out a slight gasp each time she did. “God Robbie, you are touching my cervix when I do that and it feels fucking good”. After several minutes, Eve’s breathing became ragged as she pumped her hips more and more rapidly against me and I knew that she was getting closer to her orgasm. I was barely able to hold back and I reached toward her hips in a desperate attempt to slow her down. “No, Robbie… …No… …just keep going…” She pumped even faster and I could no longer help myself; I released stream after stream of cum inside of her. “I can feel that… …holy shit… …holy shit…” Eve still didn’t slow down and it was all I could do to keep from screaming as she slammed against me. My cock remained hard, but it felt white hot from the incredible overstimulation and I didn’t know if I could take much more. However, after a while longer the pain started to turn into pleasure once again and I began to meet Eve’s heavy thrusts with thrusts of my own. After a few more minutes she was panting heavily and clearly just moments away. “Oh God…” Tremors went through Eve’s body as her pussy convulsed in orgasm, and my cock was squeezed to the point at which she could no longer move up or down on it. Her orgasm gradually faded and she collapsed forward into my arms, my cock still deep inside of her. Her breathing slowed and she rolled off of me. “That was incredible…” I mumbled something and looked down at my cock, which was covered in cum and Eve’s juices. It was still standing at attention – something that Eve noticed a moment later. “Jesus, you’re still hard Robbie.” She turned and swung her leg over me, placing her cum-filled pussy just above my face once again. A drop of cum dripped from her onto my chin as she took my cock into her hands and squeezed it. When Eve lowered her head and began to use her tongue to lick me, I pulled her down and sucked on her lips, pressing my tongue inside of her and tasting our combined juices. We kept at this for a few minutes and then I told Eve that I didn’t think I could cum again – twice in one morning was a world record for me anyway. Eve raised her head, took my cock into her hands and tried to point it toward my feet unsuccessfully. “Well, let’s not waste this, ok?” She got off of me, turned and remained on her hands and knees. “Just put it inside of me again for a minute, ok?” I moved around behind her and entered her again, not sure of how it would feel. I was surprised to find that it felt damn good, but I was more surprised that Eve wanted to keep going. My eyes were frozen on her incredible curves as I moved in and out of her slowly, not wanting to hurt her in any way. Her pussy was slick and we made a wet sound every time we pressed against each other. “Harder, Robbie…” I began to enter her more rapidly, pushing in as far as I could and pulling back until I was barely inside of her. Eve met my thrusts, lowering her head to the mattress and presenting her pussy so that I could really go deep. I stopped for a moment, ran my hands along her waist and followed the flare of her hips until my hands were on her ass. I spread her slightly, and then buried myself into her as far as I could, searching for her cervix. “That’s it, Robbie… …right there…” I could feel her cervix lightly against the tip of my cock each time my pubic bone pressed against her, and after a few minutes, a tickle deep inside of my balls told me that something might be pending. I increased the speed of my thrusts as the tickle became stronger and stronger. Eve was making low moaning sounds and shaking her head from side to side when the tickle suddenly turned into a jolting spasm. I shoved myself inside of Eve as deeply as I could as my cock twitched and injected whatever sperm remained in my balls into her. The unexpected intensity and sharpness of the orgasm caused me to grunt loudly and I pulled out of Eve when it faded, rolled to the side and lay on the bed, completely drained. Eve smiled and lay beside me. “I think you owe me an orgasm, Robbie.” I pulled her close and the smell of her hair filled my nose. I finally recognized the scent. It was Jasmine.