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Now that Rob and I had found each other, there was no separating us. We were together constantly. To my surprise, I found out Rob was a virgin! After I sucked him off in the car on the way home from the mall, he was ready to quickly give up his cherry. But I wanted to make him wait. I figured the longer we waited, the better it’d be for both of us.

That didn’t keep us form tearing each other’s clothes off whenever we had the chance. Rob was studying Physics in college. One day, I walked in the Commons and saw Rob sitting there engrossed in a Calculus book. The Commons doubled as the theater the drama group performed in. During lunch time, there were tables set up on the stage, and Rob was camped out at one of them. I was wearing a form-fitting take-top with spaghetti straps, thigh highs and a tiny black miniskirt. I sat down next to Rob, facing out toward the rest of the students in the Commons. I knew anyone could look up my skirt and see my bare pussy. I rarely wore undies. The thought of some guy (or girl) getting a glimpse of my tight pussy made me start to get wet. I put me hand on his thigh, and stroked it gently.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I purred in his ear, We often cut class and went to my house during Döşemealtı Escort the day while my parents were at work.

“Can’t…Calculus is kicking my ass. I have class in three hours and I need to finish these logarithms,” he replied.

“Aw, come on,” I whispered. “Would you rather be doing Math?,” I asked, “Or would you rather be doing me?” With that, I snapped the garter holding up my right thigh high stocking. Rob heard it, quickly put his hand on my thigh and said, “Let’s go!”

We were at my house in minutes, tearing off each other’s clothes. We got to my room, turned on some soft music, and fell naked into my waterbed. Rob lay to my left. I reached over and stroked his stiff cock as he kissed me deeply, my soft velvety tongue circling his. He put his whole hand over my shaved, wet pussy, and rubbed my clit with the base of his palm. He slowly slid his middle finger inside of me. I moaned, softly, while moving my hand lower, playing with his swollen, huge balls. I looked down and saw the shaft of his cock was red and ready to burst.

I got up on my knees next to him, filled my mouth with spit, and slowly lowered my mouth to the base of his rod. I reversed my way back up, sucked firmly on it until it noisily popped out of my mouth. Then I licked a trail down to his balls. I carefully sucked one, and then the other into my mouth. Rob groaned and moved his right Döşemealtı Escort Bayan hand under my ass and back to my moist cunt. He wiggled a finger inside my sugar walls while I spread his legs and ever so softly tongued his puckered little asshole.

I swung my right leg over him, and straddled his body. We had been playing this same game for weeks. I hovered my wet little pussy over his hard fucking cock. Grabbing it with my right hand, I rubbed it over my clit. Slowly and in circles at first. Then faster and faster, ever increasing my pace. I came quickly, shuddering with a small orgasm that nevertheless poured juice all over Rob’s balls. Next, I moved his cock back and forth across my opening. We had been doing this for weeks. Usually, I say, “Can I put it in?” Then Rob would reply, “Yes…” only to stop me at the last second.

This time, he didn’t stop me.

I slowly moved down his cock. It was so big around I though I almost cried out in pain! I had to lower myself onto it very slowly. Rob seemed to hold his breath the whole time. When I finally reached the base of his cock, he said, “God that feels incredible!” I lowered my chest onto his and we stared held each other for a few moments, before I slowly lifted my pussy off his cock. He tried to lift his hips, but I reminded him we needed to take precautions. I reached over and pulled out a condom from the Escort Döşemealtı drawer in my nightstand. Rob quickly grabbed it form my hands, tore it open and hurriedly covered his cock.

I put my hands on his chest to steady me, and I slowly started to move up and down on his hardness. Rob put his hands on my ass, as moved faster and faster over him. Up and down on his cock, as the friction of his pubic hair hitting my clit brought me closer and closer to the edge. Rob started meeting my pussy with rapid thrusts of his hips. Harder and harder we fucked, under finally, I started to feel his cock twitching deep inside my stomach. I brought my right hand to my clit and started stroking it.

“I’m cumming!” Rob exclaimed.

I couldn’t respond, because just as I felt the rubber balloon up with his warm cum, my pussy started to contract around his cock. I felt like I was milking the hot jizz from his cock. He kept thrusting into me, until the pulsations in his rod finally subsided, and my pussy melted around his cock. I laid down again against his broad chest, lightly kissing his nipples. I moved m lips to his, and kissed him. He licked my lips.

“That was incredible,” I sighed.

“No it wasn’t…it was more than that,” replied Rob.

We both laid there, and fell asleep. We woke up a few hours later, and realized it was almost time for my parents to get home. Rob got dressed and we quickly made the bed. The next day, my mother found the used condom in a tissue next to my bed. She questioned my about it, and told my father. Gold old Dad made Rob come over and read him the ‘riot act’. He shouldn’t talk…the way he likes to peek in on me while I am getting out of the shower…but that’s another story altogether!

I sit in your car quietly, staring out at the dark sky. I see the full moon shining through the trees as we drive past. The radio is turned on, but it’s quiet, I can just make out a male voice but cannot tell what he is singing about. I hear you move in your seat before I feel your warm hand graze my left thigh, before your palm rests on it. My dress, which is at mid-thigh length when standing, had been bunched up in my lap when I sat down in your car, but in the dark I didn’t think of pulling it back down to cover myself. I shiver as your hand rubs up and down my thigh slightly, your fingertips brush against the edge of my dress and I can feel them only inches from my damp panties. But you stop, not moving your hand any higher, instead you grip my thigh slightly, squeezing, and then release, but keep your hand in place.

I look over and see you smile at me in the dark, and I think you can feel my warmth radiating off of me where your hand rests. I smile back shyly, the nerves in my stomach are growing. We’re only a few minutes away from your house now, and while I’d been here once before, for our last date, we had not had sex. I could tell you wanted me, and I wanted you too. Tonight was our sixth date, you were so understanding with me wanting to wait until we’d gone out a few times, and until I was comfortable. While our hands had wandered once or twice, and we’d shared a few photos, we had kept it rather pg-13. I could feel my stomach twist into knots, I was nervous. I liked you and didn’t want to disappoint you, but also because if your photos were real, and I could definitely tell they were when we hugged or when you stood close against me and I could feel you, your cock was big. Massive. The biggest I had seen photos of, and until tonight, I had never touched or been with a cock that was over 5 inches, and definitely never as thick as you.

I tensed as I saw the lights from your porch come into view, and you could sense it, you gave my leg another little squeeze, before moving it back to the steering wheel. We pulled in and parked next to my car in your driveway. You came around to open my door, your hand reaching for mine to help me out. You’ve been such a gentleman to me ever since we met. You shut the door and wrap your hand around my thick waist, pressing me gently against the car. You brush my hair out of my face and place your right hand on my cheek as you lean in and kiss me. I moan quietly into your mouth, wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you back briefly before you pull away, slightly.

Before you can ask, I quietly do first, “Can I come in?” You smile, kiss me again briefly and grab my hand as we walk to the door. Once again, I’m amazed at your place as the lights turn on. Your house on the lake is absolutely beautiful, and I can never get enough of it. A large white and black, 3-story southern style home. Classic, sleek, timeless. Set down a ways from the main road, with the back of the house overlooking the greenery and the lake. I loved staring out the back of the house, a wall full of windows that let in the day sun and the night moon. Our last date we had made dinner together and then watched the sun set on your back deck.

I hear the door close behind us, and then your hands are on my sides, turning and pulling me back to you. Pushing me against the wall, a little rougher this time than outside a few minutes ago, but I know its because you need me and I need you, and truthfully, I like being dominated a bit. We had discussed our sexual likes and dislikes and this was one that I had told you about. Your mouth is on me again, kissing me deeper and more passionately, one hand moving down my side and to my ass as you cup it and squeeze it hard, and the other trailing up to my breast, and I know you can feel my hard nipple through the fabric. You press your pelvis into me and I can really feel your need.

“Come on baby.” You grab my hand and pull me towards the living room, “Have a seat, I’ll get us a drink.”

“One second,” I say and make my way to the bathroom. I check myself over and freshen up, adding another dab of my perfume you love, and just before I open the door I stop myself. I lift my dress and slip my fingers into my waistband of my black lace panties and push them down off of me. I bend down to grab them, ball them Demre Escort up and slip them into my purse.

I quietly walk back out, and I see you. Your back to me, sitting on your couch. Music turned on, and a bourbon in your hand. Not a fan of the drink myself, but the taste on your tongue when you have one drives me wild. I quietly walk over, leaning down to kiss your neck, and I hear you moan. I set my purse down and walk around the front of you.

I smile and bite my lip, I can see the massive bulge straining against your black pants. You had undone the button and zipper to give yourself a little extra room but it didn’t seem to help. Your dark honey eyes look me up and down, stopping at my breasts, finding my hard nipples outlined against the light blue floral fabric, my own bra not stopping them from being visible. Your gaze moves lower. This time your eyes stop at the spot where my dress did, at the middle of my thighs, and I know you so badly want to lift it and see what is hidden under there. You reach out for my hands and I walk closer, leaning down to kiss you again. I blush as I put one knee on either side of your lap, straddling you.

I’m a bigger girl; thick, curvy, plus size. While I’ve never been on top of someone before, always worried I’d be too heavy, I knew I didn’t have to worry with you. You had told me your preference of bigger girls, and that you enjoy every inch of my body and the way that I look. So after a moment, my worries drift and I settle against your lap. My lips are on yours in seconds, eager to taste you. I feel your cock twitch under me, but you still don’t know that I am bare underneath my dress. Your hands move to my thighs and mine are around your neck, my fingers running through your hair. Your hands move up and around to my ass and while the dress still covers me, you can now clearly feel there is almost nothing stopping you.

“Fuck…” I hear you whisper between kisses. Your fingers are kneading and squeezing my ass. Slow and soft at first and then more eager, pulling at my cheeks, feeling them part as you do. Pulling me harder against you. I gasp and moan loudly.

One of your hands moves between my legs from behind, rubbing me. Feeling me already wet and dripping for you. I push against your fingers, “Now. Please.” I beg, with my hands moving to your pants, helping you pull your cock free. I bite my lip again and stare for a second as I finally see it up close; 9.5 inches, thicker than my wrist, rock hard. You bring your hand around and between us, your fingers glistening from my juices. You wrap your fingers around your cock, lubing yourself up.

You help lift me slightly, I put my fingers around your cock and notice this time, that they don’t fit all the way around. I move the head of your cock against my slit, rubbing it against me, getting it wetter. I’ve used big toys in the past, but nothing like the size of you. I want it and you so bad. You begin to lower me slowly as your cock head pressed against my opening, feeling a little resistance and pressure at first but being aroused and wet certainly helps.

You lean forward and bring your mouth to mine again as your hands on my hips pull me further down onto you, I moan in pain and pleasure as you slide deeper into me. Stretching me, opening me, until I feel you deep inside of me. I look down and see there are still a couple inches left of you to go, but you don’t push, at least not yet.

Your hands move to my ass once more, pulling me gently against you, another inch sinking into me, as my body gets used to your size. Your mouth is all over me; my lips, my cheeks, my ears, moving lower. Kissing, sucking and nipping at my neck. Your hands quickly go to the hem of my dress and pull it off of me in one fast movement, and then around to my back to undo my black lace bra. My full body on display.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” you say. Your eyes burning with desire, before your lips are on me again. One hand moving to my left breast and squeezing it hard, before you pinch my nipple, rolling it between your finger and thumb, making me moan loudly. Your lips brushing at my chest as your head lowers. Feeling your tongue flick out against the nipple not in your fingers, sucking it deep into your mouth.

I let out Demre Escort Bayan a loud moan, and beg you, “Please!” The word ending in a hiss. My head rolls back, and I lean away from you so you can suck at my breasts more comfortably. Both of your hands now on my chest, gripping and squeezing them hard as you suck one, your teeth grazing my sensitive nipple as you pull away before enveloping the other into your warm, wet mouth.

Your mouth feels perfect against me, feeling a pulling sensation deep within. I know I am getting close. I’m ready and cannot wait any longer. I slowly begin to move my hips, gently and slowly riding you, feeling you begin to slide in and out of me. I feel myself opening more for you. Your thickness, moving within me with ease. Riding you a little faster with need, feeling you go a little deeper. Hearing your groan into my breasts as you continue to squeeze and suck.

My hands move to your chest, rubbing and digging into you. You pull back enough for me to lift your shirt up. My hands back on your bare chest, I lean forward and your mouth finds mine. Kissing you again, my tongue swirling against yours. Your big hands move down my sides to my hips once more and grip me hard. You begin to control my riding, pulling me onto your harder, faster. Your cock going deeper into me. I groan into your mouth as your cock hits me deeply.

I cannot hold back anymore and I let go. The aching deep within ripples throughout my body. My pussy squeezing your cock as I cum. And that is your undoing. You thrust upward hard, until every last inch of your is inside me and then I feel you begin to flood me. My own orgasm still going strong, squeezing and milking your cock of every drop. Our moans are quieted by each other as we continue to kiss.

After what seems like hours, but was really only minutes, our orgasms both subside. I collapse onto your chest, both of us breathing hard. Your cock still deep within me, but not softening. Your arms wrap around me and hold me close to you.

Once my breathing has calmed, I try to slide off of you, but my legs are too tired to pull myself away. You help lift me off of you and onto the couch beside you. Keeping your arm around me as we both try to rest. I sip at the wine you had poured for me earlier, and lean up to kiss you. What starts as a slow kiss builds, full of need once more.

Your hand slides between my legs, your fingers rubbing me gently. I moan against your tongue in my mouth. “Again?” I whisper, but you don’t respond. Your cock still raging hard, coated in our cum. You pull my hand to it, and I wrap my fingers around you. Stroking slowly as you push two of your fingers into me.

You push me back onto the couch and move over me, your mouth still on mine and your fingers working faster and deeper. Once again your mouth moves down me, my skin burning where your lips touch – my chin, my neck, my chest, my breasts, my belly. I wait to feel your mouth on me, but you tease me. You blow air at my pussy, making me shiver as it hits my wetness. And then your lips are on my thighs, knees, calves. Your fingers, still working in and out, begin to slow as you see my back begin to arch and feel my pussy tighten.

“Uh uh, baby… not yet.” You say, before your lips are on my legs again, this time, moving back up my body. My calves, my knees, my thighs. You bite me gently and I yelp, I hear you snicker. Your fingers barely move inside of me.

I open my eyes and look down at you, your head hovering over my apex. You see me begging with my eyes, but you want me to say it. You want to hear me beg you.

“Please!”

“Please what baby girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Please kiss me!”

You smile and lick your lips, “Where baby girl? Where do you want me to kiss you, what do you want me to do?”

I flush, my whole body on fire. I want it but for some reason, I’m nervous to say it, my words barely audible. “Please kiss my pussy.”

“Come on baby, I know you can be louder than that. Tell me what you want of me.” Your eyes locked on mine. As much as you want to taste me, patiently wait for me to beg you.

After a moment, my cheeks burn red and I give in, still quiet but loud enough for you to hear, “Please kiss my pussy. Please Escort Demre lick me.”

Your eyes light up and your smile broadens, “Mm my pleasure baby.”

Your lips press against my slit and I stiffen. Kissing me once, twice, three times. Teasing me. I say please again, and I feel you smile against me. And finally your lips kiss my sensitive clit, causing my breath to catch. Your tongue flicking out and licking it softly, gently. Moving your fingers in and out slowly. Your fingers had stilled enough before to push my orgasm back, but once again it began to build.

Your fingers and mouth work like magic. My hands grip the couch and my hips raise to meet your mouth. You tell me to stay still or you’ll stop, so I do my best to keep from moving. Your fingers move from inside me to my clit, rubbing slowly in circles, as your tongue licks against my slit. Pushing its way into me, opening me up. I moan as your mouth and fingers bring me closer and closer.

I squirm again, but this time, you don’t say anything. Your arms wrap around my thighs and hold me tight into place. Your tongue licking up and down from my clit to just below my opening. Slow, fast, up, down, side to side, circles around my clit. Constantly changing your movement, continuing to tease me. Your tongue moves back into me, and your nose presses my clit. I groan loudly as you begin to fuck me with your tongue. Slowly and first and then faster. You moan as you tongue, me urging me on more and more, making it harder to hold back.

“Oh god, please! I’m close!” I say loudly. It must have been what he wanted to hear. Your tongue pushes forward once more into me, and then licks upward to my clit. Flicking over it fast until I tense and begin to shake and then your lips wrap around it and suck. My hands go to your head, digging into your hair and holding you in place. I try to close my legs but you’re holding them too tightly against the couch and in your arms. Bringing me to another orgasm and another. My eyes closed tightly, my back arching and I scream as I cum hard. Feeling the couch soak below me.

You let up, and stop sucking. Slowly and passionately lapping at my pussy. Licking up my cum and juices. After I stop shaking and my breathing slows, I lift my head, and look down at you. Your eyes rise to meet mine. Smiling, you move, bringing your face to mine.

I don’t even second guess myself, and lean forward. My lips on yours, kissing you, tasting myself and you on your tongue. My arms around you holding you tight to me. Kissing hard, deep. “I need you,” you moan into my mouth, as I feel you line your cock up against me.

With one hard thrust, your entire length disappeared into me, my legs wrapped around you. Holding you inside me as you fuck me slow and deep. My fingernails scratched into your back. Both of us moaning and begging for the other, orgasms building in both of us.

Your left hand on my right breast squeezing and kneading as we continue to kiss, my chest pushing into his hand more. Your right hand running down my side and down to my left thigh. Your hand digging into my thick flesh. I feel my pussy begin to quiver and know I am close. You pull your face back and look at me, “I want to see you cum for me baby. But only when I’m ready too. Hold it as long as you can.”

Your hands on both of my thighs, pushing them up against my belly and apart. Driving yourself deeper and deeper. Long, slow trusts turning into deep, fast ones. Moving faster and faster, fucking me harder and harder.

“I’m going to cum again baby girl, cum with me!” You moan as you move even faster. Hearing your balls slap against my wet pussy and ass. My pussy again began to pulse and quiver squeezing your cock. You drive forward once more until the head of your cock is right against my cervix and you still, beginning to cum. You thrust once, twice, three times hard, slow, deep and it sets off my own orgasm. Gripping your cock hard as I cum around you, screaming your name.

As we both finish, you collapse against me, my thighs relaxing onto the couch, our breathing beginning to slow. We stay like that for several minutes, before your fingers pull my chin up until my mouth is on yours. Kissing me again, “Thank you for that baby. Please stay tonight.”

I say yes, and you stand, helping me up. “Come, let’s clean up and sleep.” My hand in yours, as you lead me upstairs to your room and bathroom. Taking turns helping each other wash and dry, before pulling me into your bed, my back against your chest, arms wrapped around me. Drifting off to a deep sleep together.

This is a work of fiction. While the town and businesses in the vicinity are factual, all names, characters and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

It was commonly understood by everybody that Aubrey Murphy was the cutest little thing in Brewster County. Hell, let’s be honest, she was the cutest little thing in three counties – and in far West Texas that’s a whole lot of real estate.

In a place like Alpine, it wasn’t hard for Aubrey to stand out from the crowd. She had been the talk of the town ever since she first made her entrance into the world. She was the latest in a long line of Murphys that went back to the time of the town’s founding in the 1880s. To be a Murphy in Brewster Country meant something big, real big — Texas big — especially in a state where a person’s lineage continued to matter, and particularly out in the less inhabited places unaffected by recent surges in population.

From the moment she arrived, Aubrey had the sweetest set of blue eyes anyone had ever seen. There were even discussions among some of the residents as to what specific shade of blue they were. Everything from sapphire, Persian, cobalt and deep blue were argued and debated by Alpine’s inhabitants. Really, it had more to do with what Aubrey was wearing and what the weather outside was like than any other factor. Most days, in the clear blue skies over southwest Texas, with the sun blazing overhead, the color of her eyes would have been described as deep sky blue — which was altogether fitting.

Standing at just about 5 feet 5 inches, Aubrey had medium blonde hair that was a shade of creamy bronze or sand, almost champagne in color when she was outside. As she grew older, her hair turned a few shades darker as her eyes changed a few shades lighter. Most people couldn’t tell one way or another anyway because Aubrey always wore a studded brown-stained cowboy hat that covered her head and shielded her eyes.

The Murphy family lived on a sprawling 20,000-acre ranch about five miles outside of Alpine, heading west on route 90 toward Marfa. It had been there that the first Murphy claimed land when they settled in the region and it had passed down from generation to generation.

Aubrey was her Daddy through and through, and she helped him tirelessly to manage the livestock and to keep the place running. All they had was each other now, after her mom had run off a few years back with a traveling rodeo star and her older brother went to college way up in Dallas.

To Aubrey, Dallas seemed as far away as the moon and she just couldn’t image why anyone would ever want to leave Alpine in the first place. This was her home. These were her people. It was in her bones and blood, a part of the very fabric of her being. She never wanted or had any desire to leave this part of the world, and she fully expected to marry and settle down in the same place her family had resided for almost 140 years. If it was good enough for them, it was good enough for her. She was country and it was her.

There was never a shortage of boys vying for her attention. It wasn’t enough that she was extraordinarily beautiful — a purely natural gift from the Gods. Aubrey also had one hell of a personality and was often called a “spitfire” by her Daddy. The twinkle in her eyes and the dimples on her cheeks stood out clearly every time she smiled or laughed, which was often, and it just about knocked every guy off his feet. They couldn’t even help themselves. Yet, the one thing that kept them all at bay was her Daddy — and the shotgun he kept loaded and ready for use by the door.

Most times, Aubrey paid scant attention to the boys. By now, she was used to them staring at her. They, and everyone else, had been doing it her whole life so she hardly noticed anymore. Over the years, a few very lucky fellows had accompanied Aubrey to school dances or Friday night football games — Go Fightin’ Bucks! But they were always a little disappointed when Aubrey chose to circulate among everyone and not just hang out with them exclusively.

Still, when the lucky boy took her back home afterwards they always received a token kiss goodnight. Most times it was on the cheek but occasionally, depending on the situation or the boy, one of them might just get a kiss on the lips. That inevitably gave the lucky soul a pounding hard-on in their pants to accompany their drive back to town. A lovely parting gift from Aubrey, one they would immediately rub out once they got home with thoughts of her racing through their mind and the smell of her perfume on their shirts.

It wasn’t that Aubrey was a prude. She was just particular. Guys had one thing on their minds. Only one thing and it was always on their mind. She was selective, choosy even, but that’s just the way it was. There was nothing personal or hurtful about it. More than anything, she was cautious. She knew all too well just how popular she was and she never wanted to Alanya Escort give anyone the wrong impression. Aubrey prided herself on getting along with everyone. Beauty has its privileges.

Part of her innate appeal was her warm and loving nature. She was a hugger. It was how she was raised and it was how she greeted everyone. You could say it was just another aspect of her southern charm. That, and the soft accent that oozed out of her mouth like warm honey. Yup, all things considered, Aubrey was simply the most attractive specimen around. She was appealing in practically every way a person can be, inside and out. It was no wonder that she turned heads and sprouted boners wherever she went.

As her senior year in high school progressed something inside Aubrey’s body lit up like a firecracker on the 4th of July. It was as if she had been sitting in idle for years and then — BAM — all at once her body engine revved up and was ready to fly. She started getting urges, some of them rather intense in nature, and began fantasizing about doing different sexual things with boys. Despite all of her best laid plans about being cautious Aubrey was curious about sex and she wanted — needed — to explore.

It wasn’t as if Aubrey hadn’t ever thought much about sex. She wasn’t ignorant, not by a long shot. Thanks to the internet she could find out any damn thing she wanted. It was just that she was extremely busy. Between her schooling and helping her Daddy on the ranch, Aubrey was as busy as could be. Any interest or curiosity or urges were always worked out of her and she pretty much collapsed in bed at night from exhaustion.

Every now and then Aubrey would satisfied herself before drifting off to sleep. Laying on her stomach she would reach down with her right hand and rub on her pussy. While it was always pleasurable, she never achieved climax and usually just gave up after a while as the need for sleep took precedence over her need for release. Yet, even these solo adventures had dramatically increased to the point that Aubrey was playing with herself almost every night. Sometimes she only massaged her clit but other nights she worked two fingers into her wet hole. Still, there was never a climax — just a whole lotta feeling good.

Unable to wait any longer, Aubrey settled on a more assertive approach to fulfil her curiosities. She decided that whoever asked her to the boys’ last home basketball game that Friday night was going to get more than just her company, and the prospect excited her immensely. She was ready to explore!

The unsuspecting participant ended up being Justin Reece, a fellow senior who just happened to be the class president. When he approached Aubrey after Math class Friday morning and inquired about her plans for the game she eagerly agreed to go with him. They made arrangements for him to pick her up at her house a little early so they could grab a bite to eat before the game.

When Justin’s silver Ford F-150 truck turned right from route 90 into the half-mile long drive that led to the 6000-square-foot log cabin she lived in with her Daddy, Aubrey was dressed and ready to go. She walked out onto the wrap-around wooden porch to wait dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a rose colored long sleeve sweatshirt blouse and, of course, her studded brown-stained cowboy hat. She looked the picture of perfection!

As Justin slowly pulled around the expansive circular driveway and saw Aubrey waiting for him his heart damn near leaped in his chest. He felt his tongue swell to twice its normal size and his dick started crawling down his leg. Jesus Christ Almighty, he thought. She is so fucking hot!

Putting his truck in park, Justin reached across the seat to open up the passenger side door to let Aubrey in. “Howdy,” she said as she hopped up in the cab.

Swallowing hard, he finally managed to answer, “Howdy.” He paused to watch her get adjusted and fasten the seatbelt across her chest. “Jesus, Aubrey, you look beautiful.” He said it before he had a chance to stop himself. He couldn’t help it. He was only human and she was only a fucking goddess.

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say Justin,” she said, smiling over at him with that twinkle in her eyes. “You’re looking mighty handsome yourself tonight.”

He swallowed hard again and then turned his head to focus on driving back to the road. A million thoughts raced through Justin’s mind as he proceeded into the town of Alpine. Chiefly, he wondered, does she really think I look handsome, or is she just being overly nice?

Ultimately, he decided it really didn’t matter. Justin knew full well how this night was going to end no matter what she said or thought. When he brought Aubrey back home she would oblige him with a kiss and nothing more. He would be going home alone to jerk off just like every other guy she went out with. However, just being with her was more than enough. Justin knew he would be the envy of every guy in town that night, and that brought a smile to his face.

“Whatcha Alanya Escort Bayan thinking about?” Aubrey playfully asked in her smooth southern drawl, where the last word was pronounced as “a-bow-yout.”

Brought automatically back to reality, Justin’s face dropped a bit as he turned his head to look at her. “Huh?”

Giggling lightly, Aubrey continued, “You had a huge grin on your face just now. What were you thinking about?”

“Oh,” he answered, stalling for time to think of something to say. “Nothing really. I…I guess was just thinking about you, Aubrey.”

Reaching over with her left hand, Aubrey rubbed his leg as he drove. She immediately realized her mission for this night would require very little effort on her part. Apparently, all she had to do was show up, and she had already done that. “You’re some kinda sweet talker Justin Reece.”

As they approached the village Justin found an excuse to change the subject, “I thought we’d grab a bite at the Cow Dog. Would that be alright?”

The Cow Dog was a local hangout in town that was largely overrun by high school kids on Friday nights before any sporting event. “That would be just fine,” Aubrey told him. She had already guessed that’s where they would be going. It was the place everyone would be going before the basketball game.

Over a couple of premium hot dogs and some Co-Colas, Justin and Aubrey sat at one of the benches outside and chatted about school, their senior year and plans for the future. As the place filled up, they were soon joined by some friends from school and the talk quickly turned to the upcoming game. This was not only the boys’ last home game of the year but, for many of them, it would be the last home game of their high school career and that added a bit of something to the event.

Unfortunately, however, the Alpine Bucks lost 72-58 to the Mustangs from over in Fort Hancock but Aubrey could hardly focus on the game. Her mind wondered off to think about what her first real experience with a boy would be like and, full of all kinds of curiosity, she was excited for it to begin.

When it was over she suggested going home instead of heading out with friends like usual, which disappointed Justin as he was sad to have the evening come to an end so soon. Yet, when Aubrey reached out to hold his hand he changed his mind damn quick and they began the trek back to her house.

On the way they chatted about the game and resumed talk about what they planned to do after they graduated in a few months. Justin would be heading up to Midland to start working at his uncle’s paper mill and living in Odessa where things were more affordable. Aubrey continued to be rather non-committal about her plans, telling him honestly that she just didn’t know what the future had in store for her. She assumed that for the immediate future she would stay at home with her Daddy and help him run the ranch.

For the second time that day, Justin pulled into the vast circular drive that wound around the front of Aubrey’s enormous home, a place he thought seemed way too big for just two people to live in. He put the truck in park and turned to face Aubrey, waiting expectantly for the customary kiss goodnight with his cock already semi-hard in anticipation.

She leaned in and their lips met. Aubrey’s full, soft mouth and the scent of her perfume caused an immediate reaction in Justin as his heart raced and his dick grew even harder. Then she surprised him by opening her mouth and slipping her tongue inside his. He reached out to wrap his arms around her as their kissing grew more passionate.

This was definitely not what Justin expected. Ever! Locked in a tight embrace, Aubrey slid her right hand down to rub his leg and Justin’s body briefly shivered. When she placed her hand on his crotch and rubbed on the large bulge that protruded out he thought, I’m dreaming. I must be fucking dreaming.

Abruptly, Justin pulled away as an unwelcome thought slammed its way into his head. “Um…your father’s not going to come out, is he?”

Aubrey chuckled warmly. “You just better hope not Justin.” Then, smiling widely at him she placed her lips on the nape of his neck and began to lightly suck on him as her hand ran over the hard lump in his pants. When their lips met again the kissing was intense. Mouths parted wide as tongues darted inside with eager yearning.

Gaining confidence, or losing his senses altogether, Justin gradually slid his left hand under Aubrey’s sweatshirt and cupped her breast. Hidden beneath her smooth, silky bra it felt firm yet soft, and he could feel her nipple poking out of the garment. They grew even closer together and Aubrey started unbuckling his belt. Justin thoroughly expected his heart to explode from excitement at any second as it pounded inside his chest.

With his belt unhooked, Aubrey undid the zipper and skimmed her hand over Justin’s belly. Her fingers moved lightly under his briefs and grazed against his pubic hair as his hand reached underneath Escort Alanya her bra to touch and squeeze her tit. He lifted her bra up so he could feel the whole rounded gland in his hand, running a thumb over her hard nipple.

The feel of a boy’s hand on her was as new as it was wonderful and Aubrey grew hot as her panties got wet. Sliding her hand inside Justin’s briefs, she could feel the rock-hard penis sprawling down his leg. She was anxious to see it so Aubrey tugged on his cock until she had a firm grip around it. With the fingers of her right hand wrapped tightly around his meat, Aubrey began to stroke him back and forth as he groaned out in pleasure.

As Justin groped at her supple breast, her hand worked its magic on his shaft and he spread his legs slightly to allow Aubrey more room to manuever. The pressure of her hand on his stiff prick was the greatest sensation he had ever known. The sweetness of her breath on his mouth and the warmth of her touch on his penis was more than that poor boy could endure, and before Justin knew it he lost all control.

“Oh…God damn!” he exclaimed loudly as spunk junk exploded from the tip of his dick in spurts of warm goo.

All Aubrey could do was watch as he erupted, spilling his nut juice across his chest and belly. Some of it drippled onto her hand and she conveniently wiped it off on his shirt right next to where the rest of his semen landed.

“My,” she began with an accent that stretched the short word into two syllables. “You made quite a mess.” Aubrey looked at him and giggled lightly as Justin panted heavily beside her.

“I — I’m so sorry Aubrey,” he stammered, trying to get his breathing under control. “I’m just so sorry.”

“Not nearly as sorry as I am,” she teased, eyes twinkling inside the dark of his truck.

Justin looked over at her, embarrassed and a little ashamed of himself wondering just how far Aubrey would have been willing to go. Now, he doubted he would ever find out. This had been his one chance and he had fucked it up. He knew that just as surely as he knew his name. FUCK, he screamed inside his head. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

After a few moments of cognitive anger, Justin leaned across Aubrey to open the glove box and remove some McDonald’s napkins that he kept in there for emergencies. This was certainly one such emergency, and he did his best to wipe up as much of his mess as he could.

Sitting next to Justin as he meticulously cleaned himself, Aubrey was unable to turn away. This was the first time she had ever seen a man’s penis up close and personal, and she was making a note of its size and shape for future reference. When he was done scooping up his ejaculated residue, with half a dozen wadded up napkins on the floor by his feet, he slumped his shoulders and hung his head. “I’m so sorry Aubrey,” he repeated.

“It’s okay, baby,” she answered him, running a hand down his leg. Aubrey leaned over and kissed Justin on the cheek before opening the door and jumping down from the truck. “I’ll see you in school on Monday,” she told him, and then shut the door and walked on into the house as Justin slowly made his way back down the long driveway and the longer ride back home.

Once she was undressed and in the comfort of her own bed, Aubrey started masturbating almost as soon as she lay down. She rubbed vigorously over her clit as images of Justin’s exploding cock raced through her mind. His had been the first real dick she had ever seen in person, the first dick she had ever touched and held in her hands, and she had absolutely loved every minute of the adventure despite her disappointment in its brevity.

She kept picturing Justin’s penis as she penetrated her very wet hole with two of her fingers, and her twat made slurping sounds as she played with it. However, like every other time before, there was no climax. Aubrey spread her legs wide and kept running her fingers inside her moist box while she massaged one of her breasts. She felt warm all over but despite her best efforts there was no real release and, after a while, she gave up and fell asleep.

The next morning Aubrey decided her first sexual exploit had been a dud — at least for her — and she started making plans for the next adventure. She didn’t have to wait long as the following weekend Sam Neilson was having a party out at his place and the entire senior class was invited. Aubrey’s best friend Stephanie picked her up that Saturday night and drove them over to Sam’s house which was about a mile north of the village of Alpine on route 118 headed toward Fort Davis.

At the party, the music was loud and the beer was plenty. Aubrey saw Justin and they chatted a bit as he feebly tried again to apologize for his earlier performance, claiming he wasn’t prepared. She kissed him lightly on the mouth, told him not to worry because it had been fun, and slowly made her way toward another group of classmates.

It wasn’t long before the alcohol affected everyone’s mood and games of beer pong were set up while others could funnel and chug from a keg in Sam’s kitchen. One of the good things about living in Alpine, maybe the best thing, was that it was largely desolate so people could be as loud as they wanted without worrying about neighbors or cops. As the night wore on, the music got louder and the party got wilder.

(Please Read ‘The Assistant Manager’s Story’ first)

The next day Neha met me at the appointed place far from where she lived. She told me where to go. On the way I said, “I’ll cook up lunch for you, my dear. I’m sure you’ll like it. OK?”

She looked at me and smiled, “Alright. You did promise me lunch.”

“What will you tell your mother if you’re late?”

“I’ve already told her I’ll be late as I’m visiting some friends to discuss about college admission.”

The little devil, she had all the excuses ready. I smiled at her and patted her thigh and left my hand there. She didn’t object. She talked of this and that till we reached the shop. As I parked, I caressed her thigh and said, “Go pick up the bra and panty you like. Make sure it fits properly, OK?”

I followed her in. The sales lady probably thought I was her father. She took some time in the changing room and returned and handed a bra and panty to the sales woman. She ran up the bill and I paid. We returned to the car. She was very excited and was clutching the shopping bag.

I started the car and looked at her. “Are you happy, sweetheart?”

Her eyes were shining, “Yes. Thanks, they’re lovely.”

I caressed her thigh and said, “Good you’re happy. You can thank me later.” My hand crept up her thigh to very near her panty. Neha held my hand there. I looked at her and found her eyes closed. I squeezed her thigh and lifted my hand. I drove to my farmhouse. There was no guard at the gate of this gated community, as the gate was electrically controlled. The remote was on the dash board.

I said, “Put your head down, sweetheart. I don’t want the guard to notice you.”

She ducked and I brought her head down on my lap. Her cheek was pressed against my aroused cock and she felt it on her cheek. I kept my hand on her head. Then I noticed her t-shirt had moved up exposing her side. I patted her head and moved my hand down her shoulder to her side and on her exposed skin. I caressed her side and she moaned softly. She pulled her stomach in at my touch, creating a gap in the belt of her skirt. I softly caressed her waist and stomach and pushed my fingers in the gap of the belt of her skirt. I touched the elastic band of her panty. She gasped.

I squeezed her stomach and pulled my hand out and slid it on her ass. I caressed it and she fidgeted. I pulled up the hem of her skirt and caressed her panty-clad ass. It was such a small ass. My finger traced her ass crack.

She pleaded, “Please don’t.”

I patted her ass and withdrew my hand. I parked in the garage and entered the house. She said, “What a lovely room,” and sat down on the sofa. I moved to the kitchen and got ourselves some juice.

She came into the kitchen and sat at the small table I had there. She sipped at her juice while I foraged the fridge to prepare lunch. She looked very fetching in her t-shirt and skirt which came to just above her knees. I sat on a stool at the counter.

“Hey,” I said, “Where’s my thanks?” and I opened my arms for a hug. She hesitated for a moment and walked up to me and into my arms. I hugged her, my hands around her waist. She had her hands around me loosely. I caressed her back and pulled her to me. She had her head on my chest. I caressed and took my hands down. I pulled up her t-shirt and caressed her bare back. She was trembling.

“Did you really like the bra and the panty, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“That’s good.” I lowered my hand to her ass and caressed it. She fidgeted and tried to move away. I lifted her chin and looked in her eyes. Her eyes were shut. I kissed her eyelids and she moaned. I then lightly kissed her cheeks. She opened her eyes and I smiled at her.

“Relax, sweetheart, there’s nothing to worry, OK?” I squeezed her ass. Then I lowered my hands and lifted her skirt and put my hands on her panty-clad ass. I caressed her small ass and she fidgeted. I pressed her ass and her front touched my crotch and she whimpered. I raised my hands and put them under the waistband of her panty directly on her bare ass. She whimpered, “Please don’t.” I shushed her and caressed her ass, squeezed her small globules, Aksu Escort and ran a finger along her ass crack. Then I released her. She walked back to her seat on wobbly legs.

‘OK, let’s see what to cook.”

I started to fix up a meal. She just sat there and watched.

“I’m finished here. Go and put on some music. I’ll be there in a moment.”

She left and soon music wafted in. I laid the table and brought in the food. She came to sit at the table and I held her and lifted her to sit on the table. I was between her legs. I hugged her to me and she whimpered, “Please.”

“Hush, baby. You’re a beautiful girl, you know.” I hugged her and caressed her back. She moaned as her emotions were causing mayhem. My hands went under her t-shirt onto her bare back and she hugged me tight. I caressed her back and touched her bra strap. She gasped and I shushed her. I lifted her chin up and kissed her on her lips lightly. Before she could react, I lifted her and stood her on the floor. Her cheeks were red.

“Let’s eat,” I said and made her sit next to me. I served her a helping and served a little to myself as well.

As we ate I caressed her back and she was in an emotional turmoil. She wanted to object but her body was agreeable to the emotions it was experiencing. She moaned as I caressed her back. We finished and I cleared the table. When I returned to the sitting room, Neha was on the sofa tapping her feet to the music. I sat besides her and said, “Why don’t you go and change into your new bra and panty. You didn’t buy them to leave them in the shopping bag, did you?”

She looked at me and I patted her back and pointed to my bedroom. “Go in there and change. I’m sure you’re eager to try it.” She smiled and said, “Yes, I cannot wait.”

As she got up I patted her ass and pushed her towards the room. She was out in a moment, holding the bra and panty she had removed. She held them by her side and put them in the bag. She sat next to me.

“How does it feel? Is it soft against your body?”

She blushed and nodded. I pulled her on my lap and hugged her. “Good you like them.” She sat quietly afraid to move. I leaned back and pulled her to me. Her back was against my chest and her legs straddling mine. I put my hands on her stomach under her t-shirt. Her stomach tensed.

“Relax, baby,” and I licked her ear lobe. She shuddered. I caressed her stomach. I lifted her skirt up and cupped her mound. She sobbed, “Please don’t.” I caressed her mound and traced a finger along her pussy slit. She tensed and fidgeted. Her fidgeting was a wake up call to the tiger in my pants. It raised its head and touched her on her small little ass. She gasped.

I caressed her mound and said, “My dear, why don’t you model what you purchased today, for me. I’m sure you’ll look lovely in them.”

She gasped and said, “What?’

“That’s right, sweetheart. Show me what you bought. Let’s see how it looks on you. If it’s not sexy, we can return and exchange for something better. If it looks good on you, then we can pick up another pair for you.” I squeezed her pussy and caressed it.

She thought about getting another lovely and expensive pair, and her greed won. “OK,” she said and got up. I turned her around where she stood between my legs. I looked up at her. Her eyes were downcast. Her cheeks were red. I held her t-shirt from the bottom and slowly pulled it up. It came up exposing her flat stomach and her bra-clad breasts. She raised her hands up and her t-shirt was off. She looked lovely, her small body delectable.

Her bra was not exactly Victoria’s Secret, but close. No wonder Nisha did not want to gift her that, especially if the panty was equally enticing.

I pulled her to me and said, “Oh! Baby, you look good enough to eat.”

I kissed her stomach and she groaned. I pulled her into me by her ass and licked her navel. She moaned and pressed her thighs together. So! She was getting aroused and wet!

I put my hand on the belt of her skirt at the side where a single button and zip were. She whimpered in fear. I caressed her ass and opened the button and unzipped her. Her skirt fell to Aksu Escort Bayan the floor. She looked like an angel in her lovely bra and panty. She closed her eyes and covered her face.

I pushed her back a little holding her by her hips. She was trembling. “You are a lovely girl, Neha darling. You are very beautiful and the bra and panty look good on you. Let me feel the fabric.” I caressed her stomach and moved my hands up and covered her breasts. She whimpered and her knees bent in shock. I squeezed her breasts. Then I put two fingers under her bra and on to her breasts as if to check the fabric. I pinched her nipple and she moaned loudly, “Please don’t.”

I kept pinching her nipples and she whimpered. I turned her around and caressed her back. I caressed her ass over her panty and whispered, “How does the fabric feel against your ass, sweetheart? Is it soft?” She whimpered and nodded.

I spread her legs and pouched her mound from behind. She cried out, “Please no.”

“Just feeling the fabric against your pussy, sweetheart. How does it feel here?” and I caressed her mound, my finger tracing her pussy slit.

She moaned. “How does it feel, baby?” and I caressed her mound and her slit again.

She sobbed and whispered, “Very soft.”

“Where does it feel soft, darling,” I persisted and kept the pressure on her mound.

“Where your hand is,” she whispered.

“Where is my hand, sweetheart,” as I said it my finger went inside her panty and rubbed her bare slit.

She whimpered and said, “On my pussy.”

“How does my hand feel on your pussy?”

She sobbed, “I don’t know. Please….please remove your hand.”

“I will soon, darling, after I finish checking.”

I kept on rubbing her mound. She was moaning and was becoming wet. My finger was slick on her slit. I pushed it in her slit a little bit. She whimpered and became wetter.

“Does my hand feel nice on your pussy, baby?” I pushed my finger in a little bit more. Her feelings were betraying her. Her pussy was dripping.

“I don’t know,” she sobbed.

I turned her around and cupped her from the front. “Why are you wet her, baby,” and I caressed her mound.

She whimpered.

“It means, my dear that you are no longer a small girl. You are now ready to become a woman. Do you want to remain a small girl all your life? Tell me, baby,” and I kissed her navel. I moved my head up and kissed her breasts through her bra. She moaned and pressed her thighs, my hand along with it.

“Tell me baby, does it feel nice that you are no longer a small girl and are going to become a woman?”

I caressed her mound and she spread her thighs. I hooked my fingers to the band of her panty and she whimpered, “Don’t.”

“I want to see how wet you are, sweetheart.” Before she could react her panty was at her ankles. Her sweet little pussy was dripping. My tiger growled in anticipation. She was sobbing, “Please don’t.”

“It’s OK, baby. I’ll just check how wet you are.”

I stood up and hugged her to me. My aroused cock pressed against her front and she moaned. I picked her up in my arms and put her on the dining table. I slowly pushed her till she was lying down, her legs dangling. I stood between her legs and spread them. Her pussy was dripping nectar. I put my hand on her mound and she whimpered. I sat on the chair in front of her pussy and covered it with my lips. She screamed out in pleasure and leaked more. I lapped up her nectar and spread her outer lips to reach her inner beauties.

Her pussy lips were small. I licked the inner lips and she bucked her ass. She was enjoying the emotions running through her, the little imp. I would enjoy turning her into a woman. I increased the tempo and she moaned loudly.

“Shall I stop, darling?

She was whimpering and shaking her head.

“Tell me, baby, shall I stop or shall I check your wetness.”

She moaned, “Please don’t…….stop.”

I lapped on and she whimpered with pleasure. I touched her clit and she screamed. It was sensitive and only a touch set her off. She orgasmed and kept on bucking her hips. When she relaxed, I Escort Aksu picked her up and took her to my room.

I lay her on the bed and removed her bra. Fully naked she looked ravishable. She was so small, just like a child. I removed my clothes and moved next to her. I kissed her and pushed my tongue in. Our tongues clashed and the temperature rose. She was kissing and moaning in my mouth. My hands were on her breasts and my fingers were doing their magic. She was squirming as my hands tortured her breasts.

I moved my lips to her breasts and licked, kissed tugged and pinched. She moaned with pleasure and the torture of sweet pain. I moved lower and licked and tongued her pussy. I put my finger in and felt her barrier. I pulled out and thumbed her clit. She bucked her ass and moaned. I put my finger in and rubbed on her sensitive spot. She screamed in pleasure, her ass in the air.

I straddled her chest but supported my weight on my knees. I whispered, “Open your eyes, baby.”

Her eyes were blurry with desire. She focused on my aroused cock and gasped. I rubbed it on her cheeks and she whimpered. I rubbed my precome on her lips. She tasted precome for the first time. She looked up at me. I nodded at her and touched her lips with the tip and pressed in. She opened her mouth and the bulbous tip went in. Her small mouth was wide, accommodating my cock with difficulty. I just pumped there without pushing in. I took it out and slapped her cheeks with it. She moaned.

I went between her legs and lifted her ass up. I put a couple of pillows under her ass raising it. I bent her knees and pressed her knees to her chest. Her pussy opened up. I fingered it and she whimpered, leaking her sweet nectar.

I looked at her and said, “Baby, are you ready to make love? I touched her spread pussy with my engorged cock.

She trembled and whimpered, “I’m afraid.”

“No need to be afraid, sweetheart. It will pain a little at first, then you can enjoy for the rest of your life. OK?”

Her thighs were trembling, and her voice quaking, she said, “OK.”

“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart.”

I touched her hole with my bulbous tip and she moaned. She was shaking with fear of the unknown. I pushed in a little and stretched her pussy hole. She shuddered and sobbed. I pushed in till the tip was in. She cried out, “Oh! God.”

I waited for some time and pushed in till my tip touched her hymen. I pushed again and I was through her barrier. She cried out as she felt the sharp pain. She moaned and tears fell on her cheeks. I stopped and thumbed her tears away from her cheeks. I caressed her cheeks with my hands and said, “You brave girl. You were wonderful.”

I started pumping out and in. She moaned as her pussy walls stretched. I kept pumping slowly and, resilient that pussies are, she started enjoying the pumping and moaned in pleasure. Her pussy was lubricating my shaft and it was pumping easily. Her pussy was tight and gripping my cock. As I moved in and out the gripping was causing great pleasure. I was ready to come. I thumbed her clit and pinched it. She moaned and bucked her ass. As I pumped in she pushed her ass up. Soon she was ready to orgasm. I pinched her clit and she came screaming. I unloaded my load in her. Her pussy walls felt my hot spurt and she moaned. I kept on pumping hard and fast till I was completely empty.

She lay inert and I hugged her and kissed her.

“You were wonderful, baby. I’ve never had such joy in a long time.”

She smiled tiredly and whispered, “It was painful but wonderful. I never knew sex was so enjoyable.”

I kissed her and said, “We can do it any time you want to, sweetheart. There is so much I want to teach you, and so much you have to learn, if you want to.”

She hugged me and blushed, her cheeks going red. She whispered, “Yes, I want to learn.”

I kissed her and slapped her ass. “Let’s dress up. You need to reach home before your mother starts to worry.”

As we were leaving, I handed her a glass of water and a tablet. “Take this, baby.”

“What’s this?”

“We had unprotected sex. This will ensure you not get into trouble. Next time we’ll use protection.”

She swallowed the tablet and hugged me.

“Meet me next Sunday at the same place, OK?” She blushed and nodded.

Soon we were on our way to town. On the way her hand was on my cock, stroking it. I dropped her home and returned, happy with the turn of events.

This is the next installment of the Car Buff series, and I recommend reading the first chapter in order not to be lost. I will be working on the third chapter shortly, and hope you enjoy this in the mean time. I would like to again thank MissZ for all her hard work editing this chapter. Please feel free the write a comment about the story, and don’t forget to vote.

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My mind whirled wondering why the police needed to ask me questions. My brain could only come to one conclusion–Mr. Gruzin. I knew he threatened to hit me up on vandalism, but I didn’t change his damn sign, and the cameras would prove that. Unless he could somehow charge me of doing something else…my mind quickly raced back to Kat.

“Son, are you okay because we need to ask you some questions,” the police officer on the right repeated.

“Ummm… yeah, I am okay, just a little shaken up I guess,” I quietly replied as my heart started to race. “Can I ask what this is about?”

“Yes. You see when you entered or got admitted to the hospital we were notified of a possible assault and battery by the hospital, and it is standard practice for us to check it out,” the officer on the left piped up as he shifted his weight onto his right foot.

My heart rate dropped a little when I found out Mr. Gruzin didn’t call the cops on me, at least not yet. The only question left was what were they going to ask me and what was I going to say to them. Should I tell them that Mr. Gruzin assaulted me? If I did they would surely ask why, and then I would have to tell them about Kat and me. I decided that would be to embarrassing to my family and me.

“So could you state your full name for us,” the officer on the left asked.

“My name is Justice Ronald Williams,” I replied in a monotone voice trying everything in my power to stay calm.

“Mr. Williams, could you please tell us how you sustained your injuries,” the officer continued.

“Yeah, I suppose…. I…. Well, it was an accident,” I hesitantly stated.

“Was your dad or your mom involved in this accident son?”

I was about to answer the question when I finally realized that the hospital probably called the police because they figured my parents assaulted me. Anger now started to build up in me as these two cops tried to judge my family. I was ready to blurt out that Mr. Gruzin was the one who had assaulted me and why, when the officers’ radio went off.

“Unit 22, Unit 22 please respond,” called out a voice from the other end of the police radio.

“Unit 22 here. What do you need dispatch,” the officer on the right replied.

“Unit 22 be advised that Justice Williams was just reported for vandalism and theft. I repeat that Justice William was just reported for vandalism and theft,” the dispatcher articulated.

Both officers looked at me as if what the dispatcher stated was fact and I was indeed guilty of those crimes. The officer who was asking all the questions moved towards me while reaching for his handcuffs. Just then my mom came into the room to see what was taking me so long.

“What is going on here? Why are you approaching my son,” my mom yelled at the cops.

“Ma’am, if you will calm down we will explain everything on the way to the station,” the other officer explained while cutting off the path from my mom to me.

“What do you mean to the station we are not going anywhere until someone explains to me what is going on,” my mom shouted back while trying to sidestep the officer.

“Mom, don’t worry they were just…” I started to explain while getting up to console my mother when I was viciously slammed against the doctor’s table turned around and handcuffed.

“You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law,” the officer spat at me while applying pressure to my head while he finished handcuffing me.

The officer finished reading me my Miranda rights as my mom screamed in the background crying while being restrained by the other officer. With all the shouting and moving going on in the room two nurses ran in to see what was causing all the commotion. They quickly assessed the scene unfolding as one headed over to my mom, and the other to check on me. When the officer who was handcuffing me flipped me over she let out a little gasp.

“What did you do to him, we just set that nose,” the nurse roared.

My mom locked up again as the other nurse tried to sooth her, and she just started to sob harder. I realized then my nose was just rebroken, and warm blood was again running down my face. The nurse moved in to try to redress and set my nose, but the officer just pushed her aside while jerking me to a more upright position. The officer than twisted the handcuffs so that they were digging into my wrists.

“He was resisting arrest so we had to use some force. He can be treated by the infirmary after he is booked and put into the system at the county jail,” the officer rudely stated Antalya Escort to the nurse.

“I must say it will only take a minute to reset,” the nurse pleaded.

However, the officer paid her no more attention as he twisted the cuffs harder still and marched me out the door. As we walked down the hospital corridor I felt everyone’s eyes on me judging me for something I didn’t even do or they even knew about. For the first time in my life I truly felt ashamed, and worthless. The cop slowed me down every time there was a large crowd, and allowed them to stare and judge me, as he made random degrading comments about me as we passed by.

Once outside he directed me towards his squad car, and picked up the pace once more. He quickly opened the door to the squad car and shoved me in. As I fell into the car I again slammed my head causing pain to shoot throughout my body. The officer just scoffed, and closed the door waiting for his partner to come. About one minute later his partner arrived, and we headed towards the station.

The same officer who had thrown me down to cuff me, and pushed me into the squad car now gently helped me out of the car. As I stepped out ofthe car I instantly noticed the camera pointed right at us. I figured this guy was covering his own ass by not doing anything on film. Again he twisted the cuffs and pushed forward making sure his body was blocking the camera as he did this. We proceeded to the station were I was booked and processed. I quickly was pushed into a cell with a rather large black man who was sitting on his bunk starring right at me. As I moved to sit down his eyes followed me looking up and down trying to figure something out. What that was I had no idea, nor did I want to find out. I quickly sat on a bed opposite of the man as I felt the back of my head.

When I lifted my hand off my head some sticky residue came with it. I had felt it all along where my head had hit the car. It was all matted in my hair, and figured it must have been grease from the door. Upon looking at the substance I knew immediately it was not grease, but rather my own blood. Just then the two officers that arrested me came by and opened up the cell door.

“Come with us Justice we have a few questions to ask you,” the aggressive officer demanded as he motioned me out of the cell.

“When are my wounds going to get treated? You said at the hospital after I was processed I would be treated,” I replied as my hand went back to feel the matted blood in my hair.

“My mistake. I forgot today was Sunday, and our nurse only has a half day today and already left. Maybe early tomorrow someone will see you,” the officer chuckled as he pulled me out of the cell.

The black man in the cell followed me with his eyes never saying a word. As we started to leave the cop hit the bars of the cells trying to get some response out of the man. The man didn’t even flinch when the cop hit the bars he remained fixed on me as we walked away. Even though I hated walking with these two crooked officers I was a little relieved as that man freaked me out, and from what I heard about prison I wanted nothing to do with other prisoners. We walked all the way down the corridor till we stopped outside a door, which the one officer in front of me opened. It was the first time I was able to catch a glimpse of his badge. ‘Officer Walton’ the badge on his uniform gleamed in the light as he swung open the door.

He walked in and quickly moved to the back wall and leaned against it. His partner pushed me in and sat me down in a chair facing a large metal table. He roughly pushed me close to the cold table where I saw a file opened with a picture of me starring back. Next to the file were a piece of paper and a pen.

“Now I hope you make this really simple for yourself Mr. Williams. All that you have to do is sign your name on that confession to vandalism and theft, and we will let you go till your scheduled court date. However, if you don’t we can always put you back in that cell till the court date. It’s a pretty easy case too far as we can see, Mr. Gruzin has already provided a statement, and states he is going to provide video evidence,” the officer coolly stated facing towards me with his face blocked in the darkness behind the powerful light.

I had seen this before I thought to myself; it was the good cop bad cop routine trying to get me to crack. I knew that I had nothing to gain by playing their game, because I knew Mr. Gruzin was lying and that he had no video evidence–at least not real video evidence. They waited a few moments to let me dwell on my thoughts, and then Officer Walton came into view.

“Son, make this easy on your family they have been through enough. You saw the grief you put your mother through today don’t put her through anymore. Just sign the statement and go home with her tonight so she isn’t worrying about you,” Officer Walton calmly pleaded to me.

He moved from my side and uncuffed Antalya Escort Bayan my hands. He then pushed the statement and pen towards me motioning me to sign it. He stand in stood in the light looking at me as if he was the path to freedom and hope while his partner was still masked by the darkness cast by the light. Both stayed still trying to amplify the effect of the good cop, band cop routine. I almost laughed at the scene, but didn’t as I realized the seriousness of the situation I was currently in. After a few minutes of waiting the other officer leaned forward toward the metal table so only his face and upper body was clearly visible where I was sitting. It was then that I caught a glance of his name badge, Officer Polwalski.

“Thinking that you can get off easy, and beat the system like the movies, kid? Is that what’s going through your mind right now, well think again. You are just another poor, screwed-up kid that is going to get straightened out by the system. I think we are going to show you how the system works, and put you back in the cell with Bubba so he can have some fun with you,” sneered Officer Polwalski.

Officer Polwalski quickly bolted upright so he was again hidden by the shadow of the light, while Officer Walton remained fixed starring at me. He shrugged his shoulders implying that it was out of his hands unless I signed the confession. My eyes went to the piece of paper, and then back to Officer Walton. I finally decided to tell the truth about yesterday’s events, and Mr. Gruzin’s assault on me. I started to explain that my injuries were not an accident and in fact it was Mr. Gruzin who had assaulted me. This did not sit well with either officer as Officer Polwalski grabbed the back of my neck.

“Don’t lie to us Mr. Williams we know what you did and we will have our evidence to prove it,” Polwalski spat into my ear as he finally let go of my neck by pushing my head forward. “Looks like you will get to keep Bubba company all night then.”

With that Officer Polwalski grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of the chair. I was quickly whisked out of the room, and lead down the hallway to the cell I had just come out of. The large black man was still in the cell, and as I approached he again fixed his gaze upon me. Officer Polwalski pushed me into the cell as soon as Walton had opened it, and then slammed the cell door behind me.

“You two get comfy in there now, and play nice tonight,” Polwalski crackled as he banged his baton against the cell door.

I quickly sat back on the bed I was at before rubbing my neck where Officer Polwalski had pushed it. I sat there nervously starring at my feet wondering what was going to happen. Finally after a few minutes I gathered up the nerve to look up, and the man was still starring intently at me, which made my stomach flip-flop. I started to think that maybe I should have lie and signed that statement. At least then I knew I would be safe. The black man than stood up making him even larger than he first appeared. He walked over towards me, and stopped right in front of me still starring intently at me.

“What’s your name, son,” the large black man asked me still vividly watching me as if he was calculating or evaluating something.

“Justice Williams,” I stated quietly shaking a little not sure what to expect from the man.

“Well, Justice, how old are you exactly,” the man asked with a hint of a growl in his voice.

“I’m seventeen, almost eighteen Mr. Bubba, I mean sir,” I weakly replied choking trying to get some breath of air in my new visibly shaking body.

The man boomed with a quick fit of laughter, and then quickly regained his composure and stare. He survived me a couple more times, and then started walking up toward the bars of the cell. He quickly looked toward the right and then the left seeing if anyone was in view. The man then looked back at me, and moved back in front of me towering over my body. He quickly extended his hand in front of me.

“Well don’t be rude now, and shake my hand,” he spoke in a lowered tone. “Name’s Jake Robinson it’s nice to meet you. So what are you in here for, son?”

I quickly shook the man’s hand not sure what to make of this situation. Puzzled by Mr. Robinson, I figured I had nothing to lose so I quickly started on what happened earlier that day. Mr. Robinson intently listened, and just shook his head up and down while he listened. After I finished explaining the day’s events Mr. Robinson sat back down on his bed and looked down at his clasped hands.

“So now that you know what I am in here Mr. Robinson do you mind telling me why you are here,” I managed to ask starting to feel a little easier.

“Stolen car,” Mr. Robinson replied leaving it at that in a matter of fact tone. “So the cops told you my name was Bubba, and I was going to have some fun with you tonight huh?”

“Yeah, something like that,” I replied while waiting with my hands on my knees for some kind Escort Antalya of laugh or something reassurance from him.

Time just passed as Mr. Robinson gave me no reassurances that the officers were incorrect. Instead he just sat there starring at his clasped hands. We waited like this not saying a word for another hour till Officer Walton came by, and opened the cell door.

“Justice, follow me, your parents are here to bail you out,” Officer Walton state while starring me down.

We walked up the corridor to the front of the police station where Officer Walton than directed me to sit on a bench. I could see both my mom and dad talking to Officer Polwalski then pointed towards me, and they turned to look at me. I felt even more ashamed as my father looked down upon me. My mom quickly walked over to me surveying my condition. My dad walked out of the station not saying a word as we followed.

My mom looked at me her eyes welling up at the site of my mangled face. I saw a single tear fall onto her cheek as she brushed it away trying to hold back the others that were sure to follow.

“Where was the nurse that was supposed to fix your nose Justice? You look awful,” my mother cried.

“Bill we have to stop back at the hospital to have his nose fixed by the doctor,” my mother called out to my dad.

“And exactly how are we to pay for that,” my dad snapped. “Everyone in the car NOW.”

The drive home was uneventful as no one talked. I kept seeing my dad look back at me through the rearview mirror, but he never spoke. It didn’t matter though for his eyes stated everything. He believed every word of the “truth” Officer Polwalski told him, and was now ashamed to be my father. When we pulled up into the garage he simply turned off the car and went inside leaving my mom and me alone. I kept my eyes peeled on my shoes not able to look her in the eyes.

“Honey, what happened,” she quietly asked me while brushing my cheek with her left hand holding back tears.

It was then that I looked up into her eyes. As I did she lost control and started to weep. At first softly gradually getting louder until she was sobbing on my shoulder. Again I lost heart and sunk my head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mom…. This is all my fault,” I started to explain as my mover moved away to look at me placing her hands on my face.

It was then that I noticed my mom’s left hand was missing her engagement ring and wedding band. I grabbed her hand pulling it closer to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. She loved that engagement ring, and often said it was the only nice item she ever owned. She never took off her ring and now it was missing.

“Mom your ring where is it…. What happened,” I asked.

She quickly pulled back her hand, and began to sob even harder than before. It was then I heard my dad come up behind me. I turned to face him, and was greeted with a look of great distain.

“We had to pawn the rings to get your sorry ass out of jail. Theft and vandalism, Justice. What were you thinking? Your mother and I raised you better than that. I know we don’t have much, but we have worked hard to get everything we have,” my dad roared.

My dad was turning bright red trying to control his anger while clutching his hands into fists. On the rare occasion I saw my dad he was never angry with me, but rather always telling me to work hard in school, get an education, and a better life so this was quite a shock seeing him like this. My mother just kept weeping as my dad continued to billow in anger starring me down.

“I’m sorry…. I truly am, but I didn’t do those things dad. Don’t you believe me?” I chocked out while looking into his grimacing face.

My dad just stood there in silence looking back at me with a look of noncompassion. I took this as he had no faith or trust in me. My heart sank at the loss of respect that Mr. Gruzin had caused. My body could not take any more this situation, and my legs took over as I first walked and than ran out the door past my dad. I ran for miles until my legs could not support my weight anymore and I collapsed.

I was physically and mentally drained from the day’s events, and broke down. Lost in my thoughts the time just passed by as day turned to night. With the loss of light, I picked myself up and started my walk back…to where I had no idea. As I walked down the dimly lit street I looked into the windows, which reflected my image. Even though I looked the same on the inside I knew I had changed. As my reflection swam in the window fronts as I slowly continued down the street it disappeared for one business was still open. Looking in the window I noticed it was till open as people were bustling about. Drifting out of consciousness again I didn’t hear the door open.

“Come on in, son, I want to talk to you,” a man’s voice called out.

Turning to look at the man I instantly recognized his face from earlier that day, Mr. Robinson. He must have set bail too, and was awaiting trial. Though Mr. Robinson looked different for he was extremely well dressed in a suit and tie with black wingtip shoes. Speechless he motioned me into the building, and upon entering I finally read the title on the door, which read Robinson & Robinson Attorneys.

Richard found a window seat on the train. He was on his way out of town to find his to his first job.

The journey took two hours, and he got to Blazerville at supper time.

He asked the porter where to find a motel, and was directed to the Morrison motel. The walk took about twenty minutes.

Richard took a room on the ground floor, arranging to stay for five nights.

He asked the clerk where any eateries were, as he registered. He decided on Pizza Hut. It was quite a walk but he decided to go there to eat.

Richard sat at a table by a window that looked out over several homes that were spreading away up an incline, out toward a wooded hillside.

“Hi stranger welcome to Pizza Hut, what can I get you those evening” Came a voice close by.

“Oh hi, do you have Color’s light?” Richard asked the waitress.

“We sure do, I’ll leave the menu with you. I’ll be right back” she said warmly, as she turned and walked away.

She appeared to be in her thirties he guessed. What ever, she had a pleasing demeanour, to him.

The waitress came with his Coor’s beer. “Here you are sir, enjoy your drink and I’ll be back shortly for your order.

“Thank you, I sure will” Richard said as he poured his cold beer and took an eager drink. Scanning the menu he decided on spaghetti and meat sauce, then sat back and looked lazily out of the window at the Vista of trees and houses.

Picking up his glass as the waitress reappeared, and headed for his table.

“I’m Norah, So what can l get you this evening

“Hi Norah, that’s a really nice name. I’m Richard by the way; I’d like the spaghetti and meat sauce please. Richard replied and added “this is a pretty town.”

“Oh you’re not from around then Richard?” Norah said as she took the menu and wrote his meal order down.

“No I came in earlier today on the train. My parental home is about eighty miles west actually.” Richard said. “It’s a small place, so I decided too look for work away from there.”

“I wish you luck, and welcome to Blazerville. Let’s get your order for you right now. Nora said with a warm smile, as she walked away.

Richard finished his beer as the waitress arrived at his table with his supper.

“Your spaghetti with meat sauce, Can I get you another beer maybe?”

“No thank you, a coffee would be nice though, please.” Richard said as he looked at Nora.

“We can do that. What kind of work are you looking for, may I ask?” Norah asked.

“I took a course in business management and sales at the college back home. So something in the sales field is about as close as I can get right now.” Richard replied. “But first I need to get some wheels, so I can get around easier.”

“Yes booting it is too hard and public transport leaves quite a bit to be desired for sure” Norah said and turned and walked away

She returned with a tray with a cup and bowl of creamers along with a pot of coffee “have cup of fresh coffee fella, so where you staying at?” She enquired as she poured a cup of steaming coffee.

“I have a room at the Morrison motel.”

“Wow that’s quite a hike, you should have come in about an hour later, then I could give you a lift. It’s on my way home.” She said.

“That’s nice of you, thank you I’d offer to take you out for a coffee, but you’d probably be coffeed out, and it may not be appropriate either.” Richard said. An attractive woman like Norah will be attached very likely.

“Now that would be a nice offer.” Norah said with big grin, and added “I’d take you up on it as well” she gave him a really warm smile, as she walked away.

Richard ate his spaghetti slowly, enjoying every bite. He was wondering if she was with someone or not, as he remembered it, she didn’t have a ring on her finger.

“Would you like some more coffee?” Norah said as she approached his table from the next table, across the room.

“Yes I’d love another cup please, you have great coffee here. What desserts are available, to night?”

“Desserts, let me bring you the menu, I won’t be a moment.” She said as she refilled his cup, and then strode away with slight sway of her shapely hips.

She could see Richard looking at her as she walked away. The glass divider was acting like a mirror, for her yet not for him.

The visual attention amused her, and secretly interested her a bit.

Her past relationships had left different things to be desired, and that left her aloof and alone.

She got a menu and returned to Richard’s table. “Here you are. The coconut cream pie is really good; this is just a suggestion for you.” Norah said quietly and asked “I hope you didn’t leave some sweet heart wondering when she’ll see you again.”

“No I didn’t, I didn’t have a real girlfriend, go figure.” He said and after a pause said, “I’ll take your suggestion and have a piece of coconut cream pie please. Who’s the really lucky man in your life, I envy him.” Richard said as be handed the menu to her.

“A fine looking man and no Akseki Escort girl friend that’s sad. I guess in that we are alike. Let me get you your pie Richard.” She said and walked away, and his eyes followed her intently. He drank in as much detail as he could. A nice trim body and shoulder length brown hair

Norah was doing much the same, through the reflection off of the pane of glass. She was finding his attention and interest both exciting and a bit unnerving, all at the same time.

“Here you go, enjoy.” Norah said and added as she pointed at the cherry, “a small bonus”

“Oh, thank you, it looks delightful and kind of cheeky” he replied then added “I like cheeky” he chuckled.

Norah gave him a little wink then asked “what is the kind of vehicle are thinking of getting?”

After tasting a forkful of pie Richard replied “a used pick-up truck I think. Your right this pie is great.”

“A truck, really, not a sporty car, i’m surprised. There is a truck dealership a couple of blocks over from the motel, it’s a bit fiddly to find though. I could take you over there if I was giving you a ride.”

“Now I know what I’m going to do” Richard said and then added; “I’ll finish my meal and go to Ashley’s and look around. Then I’ll come back and I will take you out, for the coffee, or what ever!”

“Oo, now that is kind of cheeky. But like you I like cheeky, I’m finished at 11o’clock. Come back and have a beer while you wait for me, on me, OK.”

“You sure, that’s nice.” Richard said, and after a paused he said. “No sports cars, they cost to much for one thing, and an a used truck is much less a target to being taken or vandalized, you know what I mean”

“That’s very true for sure. I’ll get your bill, when ever you are ready, OK?”

“Thanks, want to share the cherry with me?” Richard said, with cheeky grin and added “just joking”

“You shouldn’t joke with an older lady, hm.” Norah replied with a sidelong glance.

“Sorry ma-am” he said quietly as he smiled at her, his face coyly down turned.

Norah came back with his bill and put it on the table “when ever you are ready, no rush.” She touched his hand and walked away.

He looked at his bill, on the bottom she had written ‘A cherry Cherrie’, and her phone number.

He got his cell phone out of his pocket and keyed in Norah’s number into his contacts list.

Touching her number his phone dialled out.

“Hello”

“Mai Oui Cherrie” he replied softly and hung up.

Going to the counter Richard paid his tab to the man at the cash register and left

He had a good look around Ashley’s. He would need a few sticks of furniture some time, when he got a place to live. He headed back to the restaurant and sat at a table by the window and waited, Norah was busy with another table.

The man that was at the cash register came over and took his order for a Coors light.

Norah’s voice came from behind the glass panel “yes, ha, ha, see you tomorrow John, good night”

She came out around the end of the glass divider, a warm smile on her face.

Her Green knee length dress looked really nice, a nice contrast to her Brown shoulder length hair

Getting up Richard drank the last of his beer and strolled over to Norah.

“What’s your pleasure?” Richard asked as he got to where Norah was standing.

“Let’s get out of here and then decide.” Norah said quietly.

“Good idea.” Richard replied as he held the door for her.

“Let’s show you where the dealership is first, the owner was my neighbour, Ken Martin’s. He’s been in business for a long time.”

They got in Norah’s black Ford focus.

Richard looked around at the interior saying “you have a nice car, very nice”

Norah sat behind the wheel saying softly “you think so?” She said as she started the car. Her skirt rode up her legs a bit as she worked the pedals.

“Fore sure, what was your neighbour like?”

“I think he is a straight arrow, I know there some smart Alec’s out there, but I don’t think he’s one of them” Norah said. “The fire hall, that is across the street from the motel. It was built and blocked off the street that his dealership is on. OK there is the fire hall, and your motel, we turn right here, and go a block and turn right again. Then right again.”

Norah made the last right turn they were looking at the back of the fire hall down the street, and there on the left was the dealership.

“Here we are lets see what they have to offer shall we?” Norah said as she turned off the engine and got out of her car.

“It’s really nice of you, to show me where the dealership is, but it’s awful late for you. And you’ve been working all day.” Richard said as he got to where Norah was standing

She put finger to his lips. “I’m a big girl, and I don’t have to work tomorrow either.” She took his arm and proceeded onto the lot.

“Yes you are, and a really sweet one as well.” Richard said as he squeezed her hand Akseki Escort Bayan affectionately.

“Well there are three trucks, see anything that interests you?”

“Good question, yes but it’s not a truck.” He said with cheeky grin on his face.

Norah felt his hold on her hand tighten very slightly. “That Chevy looks a contender” Richard added as Norah smiled and slowly pulled his hand toward her.

“Lets take closer look then, it looks in nice condition, you will have to see it in the morning, it’s a good starting point at least i think. What do you think?” Norah said as they peered through the window.

“It’s good starting point, now what is your pleasure?” Richard asked as he turned toward her.

“What about a romantic and quiet drink, to get to know a sexy young man. Somewhere that’s dimly lit and where you aren’t known.” Norah said softly as she held his hand.

“I like that, it sounds nice, you’ll have to lead the way. I will get us lost for sure.” Richard replied.

“So we shouldn’t get lost, hm?”

“Eh, oh that is very interesting and daring.” After a pause he added, “Let’s go and relax, and enjoy that drink.”

As they got to Norah’s car their hands drifted lazily apart as Richard walked to the passenger door.

Norah got in and proceeded to turn her car and they drove away “so you think that truck fits the bill for you, I have to say it looked like it had been cared for.”

“Yes, I think it would be great, pretty much what I was thinking of. Who ever owned it appears to have taken care of it, you’re right.” Richard said quietly, as he put his hand on the seat between them. “You were so sweet to take the time to show me the dealer’s lot, I’ll think of a way to say thank you.”

“I’m sure you will, and it was my pleasure anyway.” She replied as she slipped a hand down to stroke his as it rested on the seat.

They pulled into a parking lot for a lounge bar called the highwayman.

“It’s time for me to step up to the plate” Richard said as he got out and went around and held Norah’s door for her to get out, “thank you Richard, that was nice.” She took is arm and hugged him against her side, as they walked to the door. Going in they found a table with three easy chairs, that was vacant, and a bit off to the side off the room. Norah sat in a chair with her back to the main part of the room, and Richard sat facing her.

“What can I get you folks?” The waitress said as she got to their table.

“I’d like a peach margarita” Norah said as she crossed her legs slowly.

“Can I have a Coors light please” Richard asked.

“One margarita and a Coors light, very good, I’ll be right back folks”

“This is a nice lounge” Richard said as Norah put handbag on the table and uncrossed her legs, slowly slipping a foot out of her shoe and sliding it across against one of his shoes.

“Here we are folks, one margarita,” she said as she put the drink on the table by Norah, “and one Coor’s light, is there anything else I can get you?”

“Thanks, no that’s fine”. Richard said with a smile. “Cheers and thanks Norah, you are special.”

“Cheers, you think so, you are as well.” she replied quietly. Her foot gently stroked Richard ankle. She moved a bit in her easy chair affording him a small glimpse of her legs.

They finished their drinks and left, Norah hugged Richard to her as they walked to her car. Getting in Norah drove out of the parking area, and headed to the Morrison motel. As they drove Richard had his hand down on the seat between them. He shrugged his shoulders and in response his hand slid up against her skirt, it felt warm against the back of his hand. The contact was definitely noticeable, and it was noticed, with interest and intrigue.

Slowly he slid it along her leg down towards her knee, as he did she moved her leg very slightly, to press against his hand. Slowly as he moved it closer to her knee he twisted it and up onto her leg and squeezed it very gently, leaving it on top of her thigh as she drove into the motel parking. Norah turned her car off and put her hand on his.

“Would you like to come in and I’ll make some coffee, sorry don’t anything to make a nightcap drink.” Richard said.

“No I should be going, there’s always tomorrow.”

“That’s OK, it’s pretty late, thanks for all of the help Norah, and you are really special” Richard said as he took hold of Norah’s hand and kissed its Palm. His breath felt hot on her hand.

“Well I don’t have to get up early. You are kind of special too you know.” Norah replied as Richard continued to hold her hand “next time, em. I think I’m going take a nice warm shower when I get home and head to bed.”

“Would you like me to give your back a wash, it’d be my pleasure?” Richard said softly as he looked at her hand.

“Oo, em. Now that is saucy, my, my. I could take offence at the suggestion mm. Like I said I’m a big girl though, and I’ll take it under advisement.” She took hold of his hand and Escort Akseki lifted it to her face and kissed the palm of his hand, touching the tip of her tongue to it as she looked at him.

“That’s fair.” Richard said and got out of her car and walked to his room and unlocked the door.

As he was unlocking the door Norah was starting her car.

Richard turned and waved, and Norah waved back. Putting the car in gear and prepared to leave as Richard went in and closed the door.

Norah drove home, her emotions all a Twitter at Richard’s sexy and daring suggestion. She needed a cool shower now, to calm her excitement down.

Richard made himself a cup of coffee and sat, watching the TV aimlessly.

He got his cell phone and selected Norah’s number, and entered a text message.

i> sleep tight nom Cheri fxx

After sending it he closed the phone and finished his coffee, turned the TV off, he undressed and got in bed.

Norah got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a fluffy bath towel and went into her living room. She saw her cell phone was on, she picked it and saw that there was a message waiting. She opened it and read it. It made her feel all warm, and she tried to figure out what fxx meant. She opened the reply panel and said.

I>you too Richard.?fxx? Xxx

She put a hand up and pressed it to her towel covered breast, sending him kisses and wondering what he meant was exciting her more than she cared to admit to. She had just met him, and was feeling surprisingly aroused by him.

Norah wandered lazily to bedroom, dropping her wrap onto a chair and picked up her filmy nightie. Putting it on, she looked at herself in the full length mirror, all of five feet six she had a soft shapely body, her job helped her to keep in good shape, and it felt good, as well as looking good.

With a contented grin Norah slipped into bed and turned off the light.

Richard’s alarm went off at eight o’clock, waking him from a nice sleep.

He got up and shaved and showered, after dressing he went to McDonalds for his breakfast.

It was a bit cloudy but warm as he headed out to the Ken Martin’s auto dealership.

He walked on to the lot, and leisurely looked around. And then he focused on the Chevy, which Norah and he had looked the evening before.

As he was looking in the door window he heard a voice from behind him. “That’s a good running vehicle.”

“It’s a nice pick-up, are you Mr Martin?” Richard asked politely.

“That’s me; may you be interested in it then?”

“Yes I am a neighbour of yours told me about your dealership, and that it was tricky to find.”

“Yes it is tricky since they put in the fire hall; you must know Norah I guess.” Mr Martin said pleasantly.

“We met at the pizza hut yesterday, I came into town yesterday, and went there for a meal, and got chatting that’s when she mentioned you.”

“She’s a nice woman. Would you like too take the truck out?”

“Who had it previously; it’s been babiedd by the looks of it.”

“It was one of our firemen actually, he bought a new truck and this was his trade.”

“Ah that explains it, yes please; I would like to see how she runs.” Richard said.

“Here you go then.” Mr Martin said as he handed Richard the key.

Richard looked at the sticker on the windshield that indicated that the asking price was $6,500.

“$6,500 that’s the price? If I like it I’ll get cashier’s cheque for you at the bank.” Richard said as he opened the trucks door.

“Cash, I’ll drop 300 off of it, how’s that?”

“Come with me Mr Martin lets keep this all square” Richard said, with a happy smile on his face.

They got in the truck and drove out of the lot. After a short drive that took them to a hill, Richard took the truck up with ease. “It handles nicely, 12,476 miles, it’s nicely run in” Richard said.

“Ben Johnson’s a family man, with two kids, they never went far, and he liked the cheaper insurance, that’s why he got it.” Mr Martin replied.

“Families aren’t cheap, that’s for sure. I like this vehicle a lot, lets get you your cheque.” Richard said as he headed towards his bank.

As they stopped outside the bank Mr Martin said “here’s my card, they know me here and will know who to make it out too. $6200 not $6500 OK”

“Thank you I appreciate that a lot, I’ll be back shortly.” Richard said as he got out of the truck.

Several minutes later, he returned and got back in the truck and handed the cheque over, “there you go sir $6200 in full, thank you. I guess we should head back to your office and finalize the business.”

“Then you will be all set, were do work might I ask?”

“That’s my next assignment, to find a job. That’s why I appreciate the reduction you gave me in the price for the truck.” Richard said.

“What kind of work you looking for, anything in particular?”

I got a diploma in business management and sales last year, so that’s the area I’m looking for.” Richard replied, as he drove back into the dealership lot.

With the papers and insurance all secured Richard drove to the Starbucks coffee shop and went in and got a dark coffee. Sitting he got his phone out and sent a text off.

I> morning Mon Cherie, what are you up to. Did you sleep well?

My name is Steve Cherenfant. I sometimes wonder why so many young white women think all the black men on the planet are into them. With so many sexy black, Asian and Hispanic women out there for a tall, good-looking and college-educated brother like myself to choose from, why bother with some silly white bitches? Whenever I walk through my college campus, I find the stares of young white women fixated on me. I usually don’t bother even looking at them. They’re always flirty but they’re also the first ones to scream harassment when a black man hollers. They’re so two-faced. What gives?

Lots of young black men are into white women. It is a fact of life in today’s society. And this has led to countless young white women assuming every young black male wants them. I stand six foot three inches tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. I’ve got a rock-hard body and a pretty face. With such fine, chiseled features, I could easily pass for a male model. But I’m actually a football player at Southern Massachusetts Technological University or SMTU. The school is a student-athlete’s paradise. They got men’s intercollegiate baseball, basketball, cross country, rowing, sailing, alpine skiing, lacrosse, soccer, swimming, ice hockey, gymnastics, volleyball, wrestling, golf and football along with women’s softball, basketball, rowing, sailing, alpine skiing, cross country, soccer, lacrosse, swimming, gymnastics, ice hockey, field hockey, volleyball, golf and rugby. All the teams are NCAA Division One.

When the NFL and the NBA are looking for talent, they approach young black men at America’s Division One colleges and universities. The WNBA does the same thing when looking for athletically gifted young women to join their professional teams. Black men and black women got the talent when it comes to sports. We’re also gifted in many other areas but this society refuses to acknowledge that. I chose to attend SMTU because it was an academically challenging environment. Also, they had a firm commitment to diversity. Over thirty percent of the student body was of African-American or Latino descent.

I’m not sure how I feel about this diversity thing. It sounds like a good thing but more than once, someone has told me that I only got into SMTU because they wanted to increase the number of minority males on campus. At last count, men made up forty nine point ninety six percent Eryaman Escort of the student population. And white men outnumbered black men by a large ratio. The funny thing is that most of the young black men on campus had white or Hispanic girlfriends.

I don’t like white females. I don’t know why. They get on my nerves. They’re so artificial sometimes. So quick to smile. Black females get on my nerves too but they’re more real than white chicks. White chicks walk around with a sense of invincibility that they haven’t earned. A confident black woman who struts her stuff like she owns the place probably will own it someday. White chicks think they’re all that because they’re white and female. Members of the privileged class. Everything in this society is designed to uplift white women. Men along with non-Caucasian women get the short end of the stick. And that’s the truth.

Yeah, that’s just the way things are in America. Many black women have abandoned feminism and instead embraced their husbands and sons when they realized that feminism is a movement by, about and for white women. Black men and black women need to stick together. If we did that since the 1960s, we would be so much further along. Unfortunately, many black men and black women buy into the self-hatred that this society drills into their heads. They focus on what’s wrong with their community rather than what’s right. We’re a resilient and beautiful race. We can accomplish great things. We just need to stop fighting each other first.

Those are the thoughts running through my head as I walk through the halls of Southern Massachusetts Technological University. Every single day. I know that the white men and white women who rule this place may admire me for my athletic prowess, they will turn on me in a second for the slightest mistake on my part. That’s why I laugh when I see black male college football and basketball players walking around with their white girlfriends. They think times have changed. They think they belong. They think they’re accepted. Wait until one of their white girlfriends falsely accuses them of aggravated assault, battery or even rape, who will they turn to? They will be considered pariahs by the same white men and white women who once admired them for being such great sportsmen.

Some black men forget that they are black the moment they achieve Escort Eryaman fortune through prowess in the worlds of sports, business, politics or entertainment. They turn their backs on the black community because they think white men and white women love them. I don’t think it’s possible for a white man or a white woman to love a black male. Many black women are incapable of loving the black male as well. Sorry but the truth must be told. Why can’t many black women love a black male? Simply because they’ve allowed themselves to be brainwashed into thinking black men are no good. Thanks to their mothers, aunts, sisters, and the blessing of feminism, many black women take to man-bashing like cats take to hunting mice.

Yes. It’s tough being a black man in America. White men hate and fear you. They think you’re out to take their jobs, their women and ultimately their lives. White women crave you in their beds but despise you on the streets. Black women don’t want you anywhere near them. So what’s a brother to do? He’s got to look long and hard for that kindred spirit. Luckily, I found such a spirit in Stacey Welles, a sexy young black woman I met in Boston. She attended Boston University and was a member of the Men’s Wrestling Team. The gal stood six feet tall, busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. She was dark-skinned, pretty-faced and sexy as hell. We had a good time together.

Stacey was the only female I met whom I could be my true self around. She was very understanding. I shared with her the fact that I occasionally fantasized about males, even though I felt deeply attracted to women. Stacey was bisexual herself and explained to me that I might be bi-curious. In her book, bisexuality was as natural as heterosexuality and nothing to be ashamed of. And the fact that I was a virgin didn’t bother her either. I can’t tell you how happy that made me. She also told me she liked me and thought we could have some fun together. Folks, we hooked up and it was spectacular.

Stacey took me to her dorm at Chestnut Hill in Massachusetts and we had a good time. I lay on her king-sized bed and she undressed before me. Hot damn, the gal looked hot. She smiled, then joined me on the bed. She took my eight-inch, uncircumcised cock in her hand and began to suck it. I felt a little worried when she saw my dick. Not because of size, though. Many Eryaman Escort Bayan women don’t like uncut men. Stacey was cooler than that. She told me she liked natural men. Then she resumed sucking me off. In no time she had me hard as hell. She sucked my dick and balls like her life depended on it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what she was doing to me. At last I was getting laid. When I came, she drank my seed and licked me dry.

Afterwards, she put a condom on my dick and told me to fuck her. I climbed on top of her, gently spread her legs and slid my cock into her pussy. It was my first time fucking and it was awesome. Stacey wrapped her arms around me and welcomed me into her as we began to make love. Man, I can’t tell you how great it was. I felt her soft flesh yield to my thrusts. Stacey took my face in her hands and kissed me as we made love. We went at it until we both came.

Later, we woke up in each other’s arms. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Stacey was my first girlfriend. She also became my best friend. We hung out on each other’s campuses. People saw us as the golden couple. A strong black man in a loving relationship with a strong black woman. It’s a beautiful thing. Stacey was so spirited and open-minded. Together, we explored the bisexual lifestyle. One night, we picked up a sexy gay man named Todd and had a threesome. It was a lot of fun. Is my girlfriend cool or what? The whole thing was her idea. I love this woman!

One night, she had a special surprise for me. When I came back to my dorm, she treated me to a delicious candlelit dinner, a cool action movie…and a strap-on. That last part was surprisingly fun. Stacey told me it was her top fantasy and I agreed to try it. So she put me on all fours, greased up my ass and slid the dildo into me. Holding me by the hips, my sexy black girlfriend began fucking me in the ass with her big strap-on dildo. It hurt, but also felt kind of good. I screamed in both pain and pleasure. Stacey pumped her plastic cock into my black ass while stroking my black cock. It was hot. We went at it until I begged for mercy. That’s when she pulled her dildo out of me.

We lay side by side, feeling tired but alive. Stacey smiled and thanked me for making her fantasy come true. I smiled, and kissed her. Then we went to sleep. And this, folks, is how I met the love of my life. We got hitched after graduation. I went into the NFL and Stacey became a high school wrestling coach. The first female high school wrestling coach in state history. We are very happy together. As soon as time allows, we’re going to start reproducing. It’s going to be fun making copies of ourselves. Life is good.

I had met Brittany shortly after we moved to our new neighborhood two years ago. Our home search had taken over a year as I needed to clean up my credit before we could move up to the larger home we needed. The best deals were across the river in the newer part of town, but that meant we were leaving our daughters elementary school and all our neighborhood friends. My wife, Pamela, had hired a really hot realtor, Mrs. Leah, to help us with our search. She was a great realtor, and had a nice rack. D cups and very cute. She had the neatest little walk as she strutted about in tight blue jeans while wearing high heels. I loved driving around with her. After lots of false starts, we finally found our dream home, on a quiet street, located just between the local elementary and middle schools.

We completed the closing process fairly painlessly, and then began the process of getting the home ready for our family. The house was a Mediterranean two story on a local golf course that had been a foreclosure. As it had been in the foreclosure process for nearly two years, it needed work. A lot of work. All the appliances were missing. Several of the walls had fist sized holes punched in them. The carpet was disgusting. It needed a good scrubbing and then needed to be painted. I took two weeks vacation from work, talked my dad into driving down to help with some free labor, and we went to work; throwing out abandoned trash, ripping out the carpet, scrubbing the interior of the house, then started we started painting. All the bedrooms and closets, the family rooms, the kitchen and the hallways got a new coat of paint. The bathrooms all got new paint, as well as new faucets and hardware. The big home center came out and installed a new garage door.

By the end of the second week the new appliances had been delivered and installed, the new carpet was laid down, the utilities were on and we were ready to move in. I hired four of my students from the college to help us with the move. With a large rental truck, and one long Saturday, we got moved in during the middle of August.

As we met the neighbors on our street, we were always looking for potential sitters for our six year old daughter Kelly. After a couple of months we met Brittany, a skinny 16 year old sophomore who lived three blocks down the street. She was a lean, gangly teenager, very popular with everyone at the high school. She was on the cheerleader Tunalı Escort squad, and I was struck at just how cute she was.

Her mother had been quick to volunteer her as a sitter and we were soon using her on a regular basis. As a cheerleader, she was often busy, so we soon became adept at planning our weekly dates on Wed, Thurs or just whenever she was available. She was great with our daughter, and even when overseeing the occasional sleepover with Kelly’s best friend. Soon she was more like a big sister to Kelly. She would stop by and take Kelly to watch cheerleader practice, volunteered to help with her Girl Scouts troop, and spent time teaching Kelly how to put on makeup.

Our families became better friends through the last two years. We would go to football games just to see Brittany cheering on the sideline. During her senior year, she was so busy that quiet often we would have to use our older neighbor Ruth instead, but Brittany always was very special to me.

The first few times she babysat Kelly, my wife would drive her home afterwards, but after about third time I drove the very short drive to her home, and after that, taking her home would always be my job. When it was cold I would drive her, but as the spring arrived, I would walk her home. Sometimes when the nights were cool I would find her leaning closely against me during the 10 minute walk. Her perfume was always lingering in my mind during the evenings after our walks.

I would usually text her to set up when she would baby sit and then eventually we became occasional texting buddies. Not regular, but every couple of weeks or so, I would check in with her to see how things were going in her life.

Sometime during her senior year I noticed we were talking more about her future, especially since I happen to be a small college administrator. Of course I steered the conversation to her boyfriend as well. While they had been together for several months, I really wasn’t sure if they were sexually active yet.

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About a week after her 18th birthday party in March, my wife and I had gone out for a nice dinner for a couple hours, but had hurried back a bit early because Brittany had mentioned that she might be going out with the boyfriend later that night. When we got back, we found they had decided not to go out so we probably Tunalı Escort Bayan shouldn’t have rushed, but my wife was tired, so it really didn’t matter. During our usual walk home, I had wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She didn’t seem to mind, and even leaned her head closer into me. When we got to her home I walked her to the door as usual and leaned in to give her a hug. I had lately been giving her a nice, but appropriate hug as I dropped her off. But this was a little different. She held me tightly in the hug, but then leaned even closer and I felt her small, warm breasts crush against my chest. I gently ran my fingers through her hair, but soon came to my senses and realized her mom was about 15 feet on the other side of the door so I reluctantly broke the hug. As I did so, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and I just couldn’t help myself as I leaned over and gently kissed her on the forehead. She was as shocked as I was as she stepped away and then shyly went into her house.

I was a bit nervous as I walked home, but soon heard my phone chirp the arrival of a text message. I looked down to see it was from her. “Thanks” I read, “That was very nice.”

While I am a typical horny, but basically happily married male, I had not really thought I would ever have a real shot at getting in her pants. Now I began to look at our situation a bit more closely and began to think about the possibilities of getting her alone so I could fuck her.

A couple of weeks went by, but I really never could think of a reasonable way to get her naked. And believe me, I was putting some serious thought into the matter.

The following week, I made an excuse to take my wife out for a Friday dinner. As usual, I texted Brittany to make sure she was available and to set the time. After I had asked her if she would baby sit Kelly, she asked me if I was planning on walking her home. I was a bit nervous as I replied. I said I would be happy to walk her home, but if she preferred, my wife Pam would drive her and I would certainly understand. She quickly replied that she wanted to walk and enjoy the night. My heart soared as I looked forward to Friday night.

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As usual, Brittany arrived right on time. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, and a yellow, button up short sleeve Escort Tunalı shirt. She looked absolutely beautiful. She and Pam exchanged greetings as we got ready to go. We went out for dinner, and then stopped off at a sports bar near our home. Pam had a couple of drinks as we joined a large crowd watching the end of season college basketball tournament games on the big screens. She was a bit tipsy as we got home. She is very short and thin and doesn’t drink that often, which was what I wanted so she would immediately go to bed, and hopefully pass out and not take note of how long I was gone taking Brittany home.

We set out on our walk as usual. As soon as we were out of sight of my house, she slid up beside me and I wrapped my arm around her as we walked home. We didn’t talk much, but did admire the stars under the black sky.

We both lived on the local golf course, so I wasn’t too surprised when as we were getting near her home she cut between two of the neighbor’s homes. We stepped over the small wall that divided the homes from the 14th fairway. We walked up to the back of her house, and she guided me over out of sight of the houses, and we sat under a large old cottonwood tree on the edge of the fairway. We leaned back against the tree and sat looking over the quiet golf course under the dark night sky.

Again, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. I felt a slight shiver shake her and I looked into her face and saw her eyes open wide as she felt my hard cock pressed against her thigh. I leaned down and kissed her very gently on the lips. I pressed my mouth hard against hers, and then gently slipped my tongue against her lips. I felt her barely part her lips so I let my tongue slide into her mouth and French kissed her there under the moonlight.

Her skin felt electric as I ran my hands over her face and through her hair. She looked at me briefly, then closed her eyes and leaned against me. We sat like that for perhaps fifteen minutes before I roused her and we slowly walked around to the front of her house and she shyly kissed me again, then let herself into her house.

As I was walking home, I again heard the chirp of my cell phone and looked down to see it was Brittany.

“I am glad you had a good time tonight. Let me know when you need me again,” read her message.

When I got home that night I had to jack off in the shower, then woke up my very drunk wife and fucked her hard, but I still could not get the taste of Brittany out of my mind.

Of course I was trying desperately to think of a way to get her alone, but between Spring Break for my daughter and a trip to Florida for Brittany, I had not been able to get her alone.

I continued my sexual escapades with Becky through the fall and well into winter. Every time she would try to end things between us she found herself in my pick up and my balls deep inside of her emptying another load. It was after one of these particular encounters that I told her of the proposition her arch rival, Tiffany, had approached me with.

Becky was tying her cute little white tennis shoes as I told her, “Tiffany wants me to knock you up.”

I could see the blood drain from her face, “What???”

“How is your sister doing by the way?”

Becky and Tiffany were arch rivals from the first day of kindergarten, all the way to to their senior years of high school. They shared a birthday but that’s all they shared. Half the school went to Tiffany’s 18th birthday party, and the other half went to Becky’s. Becky, had thick, mid-western hips and thighs. C cup tits, dark hair and dark skin. Tiffany was 5’2″, a blonde, B cup tits and petite, but still had the thick child baring hips I longed for. Looking back, I realize she looked JUST LIKE that Hayden cheerleader character from the Heroes TV show.

If Becky won the lead in a school play, Tiffany was the understudy, and vice versa. Depending on who was taking what course in school depended on who was leading the GPA average to be the valedictorian. Last year Tiffany was the captain of the cheer squad. Now it was Becky. The two had pretty close to identical resumes for college. They both eyed a coveted spot at a major university so they could land a sugar daddy and be trophy wives. The final line item on their resumes would be the queen of the winter carnival.

The winter carnival was pretty much homecoming and the prom wrapped up in a dance towards the end of winter. A way to break up the cold, bleak monotony of a mid-west winter and celebrate a spring just around the corner.

With that said, I was walking through the halls when Tiffany approached me about 6 weeks from winter carnival, “We need to talk. Give me a ride me a ride home?” She said through puppy dog eyes.

Without skipping a beat I agreed. After school she sauntered out to my pick up and claimed the seat that was usually reserved for Becky. She was also a proud virgin but looked slutty as hell. Knee high fuck me boots, denim mini skirt, some old rock band t-shirt and a winter parka two sizes too big. Soon as the heater is full boar she slips off the parka. I had trouble watching the road, not her tits. We drove to my spot and no sooner than I throw the truck in park, “I want you to knock up Becky.”

“Huh?” I was too dumbfounded to have to play dumb. How did this broad know we have been fucking?

“Don’t play coy with me. I know you have been fucking her since her and Brad broke up. In fact, you may have been the reason they broke up. I know you bring her out here and fuck her 8 ways from Saturday. “

“How did you figure it out?”

“I just figured it out. Those are her panties on the rear view aren’t they?”

“Yes…So what’s in it for you if I knock her up?”

“If you knock her up, she will be out of the running for the Queen of the Winter carnival AND I’ll finally be the HBIC.”

“HBIC?”

“Head Bitch In Charge. Plus it’s a line item for my resume for the university we are BOTH vying for. Not to mention, she won’t be at that university with me.”

This is one crazy bitch… “So what’s in it for me?”

“Well, other than the fuck trophy of Becky. I’ll let you fuck me. Rumor has it you know how to use what nature gave you.”

“Wait, Kızılay Escort I thought you were saving yourself. You and Becky are the ice queens of school.”

“I am saving myself, but if it gets that bitch out of my way. I’ll give it up to you.”

“So you will give me your cherry for what? What kind of proof?”

“Well, you won’t get my cherry. I lost that in a drunken grope fest to Ricky Calhoun’s fingers. But yes, you can be my first. And a pregnancy test. Proof positive.”

“How do I know you will keep your word?”

“Trust me.”

About this time she leans over, opens up my fly and takes my steadily hardening cock out of my pants. I lean back and prepare myself for one of Tiffany’s rare blow jobs. She must have taken hints from her college aged sister who learned at frat parties because this was AMAZING.

First she kisses the tip, then licks the pre-cum slowly dripping from the top. I run my hands through her hair as her mouth opens up and slowly takes me in. Usually I lean my head back and close my eyes, but this time I ran my hands through her hair and watched the show as this angel faced virgin stares up at me. She never lost eye contact and I watched those pretty blue eyes as she bobbed up and down. She wrapped her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Only twice she took her mouth off me. The first was when I tried running my hands up her smooth thigh, “Not yet, big boy.” Clamping them tight. The second was to say, “This monster is huge. It may hurt my tiny body when you put it in me.” That was about it. She pushed me over the edge and I blew my load into her throat. No forcing her head down on it, she voluntarily swallowed.

“I don’t usually swallow, but for you and this mission. I decided to change that policy.” She informs me as she is looking up, licking her lips.

“Ok, deal.” I said, without a second thought.

A couple nights later I was telling this to Becky as she tied her shoes. Well, not the details of the blowjob but we were formulating a plan.

Two weeks later I was approaching Tiffany telling her we need to talk. So after the pep rally and before the big basketball game we climb into my truck. White cheerleading uniform with the school initials in purple letters across the front. We drive to my spot and park.

“Look in the glove box.” I tell her.

She opens it and finds a Ziploc baggy with a used pregnancy test. Obvious as fuck to be positive and a note from Becky. “What the fuck?!?! We need to talk!!”

I can see Tiffany’s mind is wrapping around the meaning of everything. “Well, a deal is a deal.” For being a virgin, she was a total slut. She leans in and we start kissing passionately. My hand instinctively goes to her tits. I start mauling the small, innocent mounds through the top. My rough hands are almost getting caught on the smooth fabric.

Suddenly she stops, “Wait, lets see the condom.”

I pull my wallet out of my jeans and pull the condom out of that. I sit it on the dash board and she says, “OK” and we start kissing again. My motions on her tits are mirrored by her motions on my cock through my jeans. I released her tits and start running my hands up her smooth, prefect thigh. Much to my delight and surprise she is slowly opening her thighs. Soon my hand is reaching her bloomers. I can feel the her heat and moisture starting to build. I start rubbing her valley through her bloomers.

When I can tell she is lost in the hormones and lust I slide them to the side and my fingers Escort Kızılay go where only one other set of fingers have gone. She is wet but tight, I only get one finger in her before I start rubbing her G spot through the “come hither motion”. She is moaning and sighing into my mouth as her kisses become more passionate.

An “OH FUCK” escape her lips and she takes my cock out of my jeans and grabs the condom off the dash. I watch her open it and roll the rubber over my dick. She is new to this so it takes her some doing. As she starts to roll it down my cock I take over and she leans back.

She raises her hips, slightly flips her skirt up, hooks her thumbs into the waist band of her bloomers and panties and pulls them off. As she does so she smiles and winks and as if part of a ritual or cerimony she hangs the nondescript grey panties on the rear view mirror with Becky’s.

Thankfully she doesn’t see the hole in the tip of the condom. I roll it down so my cock is peaking through the hole like a turtleneck sweater. I have plans of my own tonight.

She climbs onto me and nestles my cock against her virgin pussy and slowly sits down on it. I hold her hips with a strong grip. Slowly, inch by inch her pussy is invaded by my massive cock. She is feeling fuller and is stretching in ways a set of fingers could NEVER replicate.

After a blissful eternity of her slowly sliding down on my cock I am seated against her cervix. My cock head is literally knocking on heaven’s door. Her ass is sitting on my lap. Pelvic bone to pelvic bone and she struggles to breath. My massive member invading her tiny body. Her head is resting on my shoulders. I can feel my rough, full balls resting against her pure ass.

The entire time she was sliding down on me I’m holding her hips. Through my grip I can feel her tone, athletic body, under the polyester of her skirt. I watch as she slowly leans her head back and her mouth opens in ecstasy and discomfort as her tight, virgin pussy becomes the possession of my member. I relish watching the doppelgänger of Hayden lose her V-card to me. Even at that age I knew fucks like don’t come around that often so I savored every second.

Gingerly she raises up, then slides down again. Slowly she raises up and drops a third time. Soon she is getting acquainted with the new feeling and electricity races through her body as she begins riding me. My 8 inch cock is plunging to new depths inside of her with each push. Deeper inside of her than each previous push and certainly deeper than anyone’s fingers before me. She has never felt this full. Any “innocence” she had is being erased by my monster pushing into her womb. Her inner cock whore is being revealed.

I raise her sweater up and it reveals a pink designers sports bra. I love my reward. Two of the most coveted tits in school, solely for my pleasure. I don’t waste anytime before I start mauling her tits with my mouth and hands. I pull the cups down and expose her tits and all their glory. I get each nipple hard as little rocks with my thumb and fore fingers. First by rubbing, then pinching them before putting them in my mouth, Licking, sucking then finally biting them. She is switching between kissing me and leaning her head back in ecstasy.

Soon she abandons kissing me and is caught in the emotions pouring through her and I bounce her up and down my cock. A virgin only moments earlier, lots of practice dry humping in drunken grope sessions and millions of years of evolution has unleashed Kızılay Escort Bayan her body’s inner knowledge of how to fuck. More specifically, fucking to breed. I grab her ass and use it for leverage. She is my fuck toy. Like a rag doll for my pleasure. The constant pounding her cervix has taken has opened it up and let me into her womb.

The song on the radio is being drowned out by her high pitched “oh. OH. YES! YES! YES”!” Just like she is cheering on a team in a few hours.

I release her tits from my strong, almost angry grip. I focus that grip on her ass. I grip it through her skirt which is bunched in my hands. My fingers sneak to the crack of her ass. I pull at her ass trying to pull her further down on my cock. I run an end game and slip my ring finger into her ass.

That pushes her over the edge and I hear a final “GOD DAMN!!” I can feel her pussy spasm and flood my cock and she cums. She is still on a high and doesn’t notice when I slam her on my cock in one final effort to be as deep as possible before I explode what feels like a gallon of molten seed into her fertile womb.

She collapses on me as my cock continues to throb inside of her. She is a total cock whore now but still too inexperienced to realize I’m flooding her virgin womb with my hot seed. She then leans back against the steering wheel. When she becomes embarrassed that her tits are still on display she puts her head in her hands, giggles and then rolls off as she tries to regain her composure.

She looks over at me through freshly fucked hair and lust glazed eyes, “That was fucking fantastic. I can see why Becky is your cock whore now. God damn. If I wasn’t trying to maintain a reputation…fuck… You do know how to fuck.”

I step out of the truck, discard the condom and pee before she realizes my deception with the condom. I doubt she will notice my fluids are mixing with hers due to her lack of sexual experience.

Afterwords I drop her off and she cheers in the game. I imagine it was around the third quarter that my seed hit its mark.

The night of the Winter Carnival I was in my truck with Becky.

“Your idea of having my pregnant older sister pee on a pregnancy test was genius.”

“Thank you She opened the condom but never noticed I has opened it with a razor knife earlier and prepped it.” As I hand her a Ziploc baggy with a pregnancy test and a note from Tiffany that read “YOU WORE A CONDOM!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?! WE NEED TO TALK!!”

“Yeah, she might still win the Queen award but she won’t be going to the university with me in the fall. Well, thanks again.”

As she starts to step out of the truck and walk back to her car (She followed me in her car to the spot we parked at) I grab her by the wrist. “Wait…”

First she said “No”, then she said “Not doggy style” then finally, “Don’t mess up my hair.”

We ended up fucking on last time. Her date had no idea I had dumped another load in her an hour before. She was probably leaking my seed all over the dance floor. Looking at the pictures before the dance you can’t tell she was fucked 8 ways from Saturday an hour earlier.

Tiffany was showing at spring break so she couldn’t hid it in a swim suit and didn’t go to the beach with all the other rich, spoiled kids. Becky was throwing up every morning the week before spring break and thought it was flu. She didn’t go either, but she was showing not too long after.

I got word that the state was moving me to another foster home right before all of this came to light. I said fuck it and ran away. I joined the French Foreign Legion and never went back since. I was overseas before rumor reached me that I fathered two kids with the rivals. Rumor has it the rivals work at the same Hooters and are single moms. Certainly not the trophy wives they wanted to be.

This is a story about my best friend and me on our road to discovery. It is a recollection of our first time pleasuring each other. I really loved her and fondly remember these experiences from twenty years ago. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed putting it in writing. This is my first time ever, writing out a story, but all of you have inspired me to give it a try.

Depending on feedback, good and bad, I’d like to continue my story. Please be gentle but honest in your comments. I hope you enjoy.

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I don’t know how old we were when we first met, as it seemed we had always been friends. All I know is that Holly and I became friends sometime in Elementary School. We were just kids, innocent and pure. We lived close to each other and we would walk to and from school together. We would sometimes eat lunch at each others houses and would play together after school and on weekends. To tell the truth, I didn’t even consider her to be a girl. Holly was just a friend and we did everything together. Holly was my equal in anything physical and we had a lot of fun together. We’d ride bikes, play in the park, shoot basketball, play soccer, and just hang out lying on our backs down by the river.

I think the first time I ever realized Holly was a girl was one day in middle school. I over heard a group of boys laughing and making jokes about my best friend. As I listened, I heard them saying something, how shall I say, less than polite about Holly’s chest. I don’t remember when Holly had started developing, but on that particular day, Holly had worn a t-shirt that was a little too tight. I found out later that Holly never wore a bra as she thought they were uncomfortable. Anyways, Holly’s chest was very noticeable through the tight t-shirt. While curious, I was really embarrassed and didn’t know what to do. Fortunately, one of our teachers had noticed and talked to her mother about the situation, and from that time on, Holly always wore a bra (at least from what I could tell). Looking back, the situation was handled pretty well as Holly had been spared any future embarrassment in front of the boys. Holly was a real tomboy and had not realized that her developing physique had any effect on anybody. Like I said, we were both pretty innocent and naïve.

However, from that day on, I suddenly noticed that Holly was not one of the guys, at least not physically. Holly was becoming a young lady and as such, I had to respect that. I knew what girls were like, I had four older sisters. But Holly and I were just friends. Physically we were both developing, but the changes were just cosmetic. We weren’t any different inside. So we continued just being friends and spending time together. We did a lot of outdoor sports and played a lot of soccer with a group of other kids, but we also had our other activities and friends away from each other. I just treated her as one of the guys.

Eventually, Holly and I graduated High School together, celebrated our eighteenth birthdays, and were ready to conquer the world. I had noticed that Holly had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Holly wasn’t the prettiest girl, but she was very attractive and had a very athletic figure. I never tried to make a pass at her as Holly was still very much a tomboy. If Holly got mad at me, she wouldn’t hesitate to slug me in the shoulder. Of course, I’d just wind up and slug her back, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to let her know I didn’t appreciate the bruise she gave me as she was very athletic and had a nice whollup. Sometimes that would lead to a serious wrestling match and half the time I’d let her get the best of me. Holly was strong, but I kept my strength in check as to not physically hurt her. We were just having fun, but I would have never forgiven myself if I had ever physically hurt her.

In those times when I let her take me, I would let Holly pin me to the ground until I cried, “Uncle!” Then Holly would usually sit on top of me as we both caught our breaths. More than once while Holly was sitting on my crotch, I’d get a huge erection. If Holly ever did notice she never said anything, but I think Holly liked to tease me as I got the distinct impression that she enjoyed grinding her crotch against mine, fully clothed that is. Holly was a tease but who was I to complain. I was enjoying it as long as she did too.

Over the previous few years I had dated other girls as I could never seem to find a way to take Holly and my friendship to the next level. In truth, I was probably scared that Holly would get mad at me and not want to have anything more to do with me. So I dated other girls I knew, while Holly and I remained good friends. Holly never seemed to care too much and we still hung out. We’d occasionally talk about the opposite sex with each other but Holly never dated and never seemed to be all that interested in boys. There were a few times when I thought that Çukuramba maybe Holly preferred girls, but that didn’t seem likely either. Holly just didn’t seem all that interested in sex other than the occasional crotch grinding Holly would tease me with. I was still a young, immature young adult and I didn’t know what to think. Looking back, I wish I would have just asked her.

Of the other girls I dated, I liked them all, but none of them became more than just casual friends. I mean we would sometimes hold hands and kiss, and there were even a couple of times that we got into some mutual heavy petting. After bringing one girl to orgasm that way, she was more than willing to go all the way, but for some reason, I didn’t want to go all the way. At least not with her! I don’t know. Maybe I’m a little weird that way, I wanted to do it, but on my own terms with someone I really cared about. Oh, she did jerk me off and it felt incredible, but afterwards we just held each other and kissed.

One day while in our freshmen year at the local community college, Holly came over at my house after classes. While doing some homework, out of the blue, Holly asked me if I had ever looked at a men’s magazine before. I didn’t tell her that I had a sizeable collection of my own hidden in my bedroom as she probably would have thought I was a pervert. Wait! I guess I was one, but let’s not get too personal! I asked her why she was asking. Holly said that she had been in her parent’s room one day looking for something and had come across a few magazines that her father had. Holly was curious if all men read these type of magazines and if I, specifically, read them. Read? Yeah right! ‘Looked’ would be the operative word. I was a little embarrassed and I guess Holly saw my face turn red.

I half-lied to Holly and said “Yes”, but that my older brother owned them. Right! He didn’t even live at home any longer but fortunately Holly didn’t catch that one. I asked Holly if she had looked inside any of them and she shyly replied that she had. I asked her what she thought and this time it was Holly’s turn to turn three shades of red. After patiently waiting and a little prodding, Holly said that at first she was just curious but that after a while she became interested. Holly wondered how she compared to other girls and wondered how she measured up. Oh boy! If Holly only knew! I would have loved to have shown her but I kept myself in check as thoughts that could have got me arrested in some States raced through my brain. Or, should I say my groin? I looked Holly in the eyes and told her she was the most attractive person I had ever known and that she should never doubt herself. I added that though I had never seen her without clothing, other than in a swimsuit, I thought she was more attractive than any of the women in the magazines.

Holly smiled and said, “Yeah right!”

I looked her in the eye and without thinking said, “Don’t sell yourself short! I’d pick you over any of them any day of the week!”

Holly stopped for a second as she seemed surprised, and then smiled at me. Holly leaned over and gave me big hug and said, “Thanks. I needed that. Sometimes I feel so awkward.”

Now I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but as Holly hugged me, her breasts pressed into my chest. Suddenly, Junior quickly started waking up! As we separated Holly’s hand fell from my shoulder and accidentally brushed against my growing erection. I think she noticed, as I detected a small gasp in her voice and her eyes got a little bigger. Holly just smiled at me.

I thought the conversation was over and had turned back to my books but then Holly asked me another question. “What do you think about when you look at one of those magazines? I mean, do you feel anything?”

I looked at Holly surprised and said, “I don’t know. I guess I enjoy looking at the pictures. I guess they sort of turn me on.”

“What do you mean by they turn you on,” she said.

I replied hesitantly, “Well, it’s a little embarrassing but, you know, they cause me to get an erection.”

“You mean like when I just hugged you?”

“So you noticed, eh? Yeah, like that,” I said as my face burned with embarrassment.

Holly smiled at me and leaned over and repeated the previous hug. My cock jumped a little! Holly laughed.

“Thanks,” I said. “That’s a really good way to build my confidence!”

Holly smiled at me and put her hand back on my crotch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean laugh. I was just…. Wow! That is really hard! Does it hurt?”

“Ahhh, not exactly,” I replied. “I guess it sort of aches, but in a really good way!”

Holly smiled and moved her hand a little. Her eyes grew in amazement as she began gently stroking my cock. “How does that feel?” she asked.

“Oh man…. That’s amazing! Please don’t stop. You’re driving me crazy!”

Holly put her entire hand around my clothed cock and rubbed me gently. I thought I was going to Çukurambar Escort pop right then and there. To my amazement, as my breathing increased, Holly’s appeared to as well. I moaned in pleasure. I leaned back in the chair and allowed Holly to do whatever she wanted to. My cock was aching and needing some serious release.

Holly looked into my eyes and smiled. Quietly she said, “I think you’re turning me on too! I feel all funny in my stomach and my vagina is aching. But, like you said, in a good way!”

“This isn’t going to ruin our friendship is it?” I asked.

“Not a chance!” Holly replied while getting up. “I’m your friend and we’re not doing anything that either of us doesn’t want.”

Holly took my hand and we walked to the sofa. We sat down next to each other and I leaned over and kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t resist. We broke apart and then Holly kissed me and climbed onto my lap, straddling my crotch, while continuing to kiss me. My cock was straining in my jeans as Holly ground her crotch against mine. We broke for air and Holly took both my hands. Smiling, Holly moved my hands to her breasts and told me squeeze them gently. As I did, I felt her nipples becoming erect. As I gently kneaded them, Holly began moaning and leaned back.

“Oh God, that feels wonderful!” she said. After a few minutes Holly added, “Would you feel embarrassed or laugh if I removed my shirt? I’ve never had any one touch me like you have today and I am so turned on. I need your hands touching my bare breast and I know I can trust you not to make fun of me.”

I paused, as I didn’t want to appear too anxious, and then said, “Only if you’d like to, but I’d really like that too.”

Slowly, Holly reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head exposing her incredible breasts clad only in a lacy, white brassiere. I watched in amazement as Holly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She let it hang loose for a moment and then pulled my hands up and under her bra. I gently cupped Holly’s breasts in both hands and she let the bra fall from her shoulders. Oh god, they felt so good and it is a moment that I’ll never forget. It felt so amazing, as Holly’s nipples pressed into my hand. I moved my hands around and circled my thumb and forefinger around her nipples. I couldn’t believe how erect Holly’s nipples were and how perfect her breasts looked. I had seen a few of my girlfriend’s breasts before, but not even one of the women in the men’s magazines photos had breasts that were as perfect as Holly’s. I gently continued to massage Holly’s breasts and pinched her nipples. Holly moaned and closed her eyes. She was breathing hard and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward and took Holly’s right nipple into my mouth.

“Oh lord!” Holly moaned and leaned her head back. “Please don’t stop. Suck my nipples! That feels so good!”

Truth be told, it would have taken a crowbar to pry me from Holly’s incredible breasts. I sucked her nipples like I was a starving baby and she clasped her hands around my head and pulled me closer. Suddenly, Holly shuttered and moaned out loud, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” and started thrashing about. Holly was moaning and grinding and massaging the back of my head as I continued sucking. After a moment, Holly pushed me back and kissed me hard. She hugged me tight and held onto to me. Then, Holly leaned into my ear and thanked me for making her feel so good.

“I don’t know what happened but it was incredible!” Holly said. “You started sucking on my breasts and sudden I felt like my body was exploding. I don’t know what happened but I know I could get used to that feeling.”

I asked Holly if she had ever felt something like that before and she replied that she hadn’t. I explained to Holly that I thought that she had had an orgasm. She just smiled and kissed me again.

“Well, then thank you for making me orgasm. It felt incredible! I’m so happy that you’d do that for me. I was so scared that you’d think I was a pervert for even suggesting doing something like this. You don’t think I’m a pervert do you?” she asked.

I smiled and kissed her. “Of course not, silly. You’re my friend. I’d be happy to make you feel that good anytime. I thought you’d think I was a pervert if I ever tried to do anything like that!”

Holly gave a small giggle and wiggled on my lap.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot about you. Is your penis still aching?” she asked.

Holly moved back a bit and looked down. My cock was bulging in my pants and she said, “Wait, stupid question!”

Looking into her face, I saw Holly watching my bulge and deciding what to do.

“Would you mind if I undid my pants and took my penis out?” I ventured.

Holly smiled and shook her head no. I undid the button at my waist and slowly lowered my zipper. Then, I had Holly raise herself up a bit so I could lift my hips and pull my pants and underwear down my thighs. Holly gasped, and Escort Çukurambar sat back down.

“Touch me if you want to,” I said. “But gently, I am pretty sensitive down there right now”.

Smiling, Holly reached down, all the time watching my cock to see what would happen. I gasped and moaned.

“Oh my! You’re so warm and I can’t believe how big your penis is! Are all penises this size?” she inquired as she wrapped her hand around my cock.

“I don’t think so,” I replied. “I think they all come in different sizes, something like the different sizes of women’s breasts.”

Holly pondered that for a moment and then said, “Well in case I forget to mention it later, I think I like the size of your penis. It seems to fit my hand perfectly! Do you want me to rub your penis some more?”

I wrapped my hand around Holly’s hand and started moving her hand up and down. “Why don’t you just stroke me like that for a couple of minutes?”

Holly enthusiastically continued to stroke my cock with her hand, rubbing me up and down. I directed her to tighten her grip a bit and leaned back to enjoy her handy work (no ‘pun’ intended). My cock stretched to the maximum and pre-cum leaked from the tip. I was in heaven!

Looking at her heaving breasts and watching her stroke my cock was too much. I could feel my balls tighten and my eruption close at hand. “Careful Holly, my cock is going to explode any minute!” I warned.

I thought Holly would jump back or stop pumping but surprising she just sped up her hand movements and gripped me a little harder. God, what a feeling! It was too much and I felt the dam burst. I started shooting cum up in the air. The first spurt hit her in the face and the next couple landed on her chest. I felt like I had died, as spurt after spurt rushed out the tip of my cock. I don’t think I had ever come that much and I couldn’t believe Holly was doing it.

Slowly I came down from the high and opened my eyes. Holly was looking at me with amazement and smiling. I smiled at her and then Holly bent down and kissed me.

“Did that feel good?” she asked. “Wait, stupid question again! I guess that’s what you’d call an orgasm, eh?”

“Yes, now, THAT was an orgasm! I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard! Thank you so much,” I said as I kissed Holly back.

“What do you mean by ‘ever’?” Holly asked. “You mean you’ve done this before?”

“Not exactly,” I replied. “But we can talk about that later. We better go into the bathroom and get cleaned up, my parents will probably be back soon and I think I slimed you good.” I apologized for hitting her in the face and covering her chest with cum.

Holly smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. It was fascinating watching you orgasm! I’ve never done anything like this and I’m glad that it was with you! Maybe we could try this again sometime?” she cautiously and coyly asked.

“Anytime you want, Holly! Anytime!”

We got off the sofa and left for the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the warm water. I turned to Holly and started to wipe my cum from her face and chest. Holly’s nipples started to get erect again and I couldn’t resist leaning down and taking a nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently and she moaned. Gently Holly pushed me back and said that we’ll do that again sometime. Then, taking the wash cloth from me, she rinsed the wash cloth in the warm water and knelt down between my legs and wiped me clean. My cock immediately started growing and within a few seconds was rock hard and standing proudly at attention. Holly smiled and lightly kissed the tip of my cock.

“Did I cause that?” she asked innocently.

“Well sort of,” I mumbled. I couldn’t believe I was standing with my pants around my knees and my cock just inches from her face. Holly stroked it again and looked at it in fascination.

“Will you orgasm for me again?” Holly begged. “I want to see your penis explode again!” she said while stroking my cock slowly back and forth.

I stepped closer and asked Holly if she would take my cock into her mouth.

“I don’t know,” Holly replied. “I’ve never had a penis in my mouth before and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, to be honest, I’ve never had one in my mouth before either…. but I’m sure we can figure it out,” I teased her.

Holly smacked me on my butt, which caused my cock to swing from side to side. She giggled in amazement while watching my cock sway. With Holly’s mouth mere inches from my cock, I grew harder and she grew more interested. All the while she slowly stroked my cock with her hands.

“God, I’m so horny! I’m sure I wouldn’t take long to have another orgasm if you put it in your mouth,” I said.

“Are you sure you want me to put it in my mouth? I might hurt you!”

I looked into Holly’s eyes and replied, “Holly, nothing would make me happier than if you’d at least try. I think there’s no way you could hurt me as long as you keep your teeth away from it.”

Hesitantly Holly replied, “Well…. I really want to make you feel good and have you orgasm again, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. Your penis is so warm in my hands and I love holding it and stroking it and feeling it pulse. I can’t believe how big it can get and how purple the head gets.”