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Minicik’teki kocaman yarak

Sana ve en yakın arkadaşına takılan iki delikanlıdan sen git daha yakışıklı olanı ayarla, üniversite bitince evlen. Aklını değil ruhunu dinle ve salak gibi yakışıklılığa kan, ergen salak bir kız olarak. Ama dallama askerden döndükten beri evde onbire kadar yatan, işsiz olup iş beğenmeyen, bir de üstüne kelleşip kendini salan bir tipe dönüşsün. Bu yetmezmiş gibi sanki ağaymışçasına ayağına hizmet bekleyen bir ayı çıksın içinden. Sevişirken bile içerden seslensin yataktayım gel geç olmadan sevişelim. Utanmasa hiç kıpırdamayacak çükünü ben kaldıracağım, ben beyimizi yormadan üstünde tepineceğim, o da zıbarıp uyuyacak. Ben iki aydır maaş alamadığım işe gitmek için sabahın köründe kalkarken o dana da uyusun sonra. Yaşanan saçma sapan yarım yamalak seks sonrası sabaha kadar sosyal medyada gezerek yorulduğu için uyumak hakkı. En yakın arkadaşım da gitti küçüklüğümden beri bana asılan abimin de arkadaşı olan diğeri ile evlendi. Kilolu iri yarı herife Minicik derlerdi hep, adı da öyle kaldı aramızda.

Şimdi yeni evlerinde akşam yemeği sofrasında benim işsiz kel yine boş boş iş projeleri anlatır kendini överken, Minicik’in karısı en yakın arkadaşım Merve, yaşgünü için kocasının aldığı arabadan bahsediyor. Evleri saray yavrusu, Minicik, otuz yaşında baba işini üç katına çıkaran bir herif. Parasını da ben yiyeceğime bu karga burunlu, göğüssüz Merve yiyiyor. Evi gezdiriyor. Yatak odaları da yatakları da dev gibi, Merve kocasının gövdesi altında nefessiz kaldığını defalarca anlatmıştı. Ben de nasıl tatsız tutsuz üzerimde tepindiğini. Benim çulsuz ama kendini patron sanan kocam evden çıkarken gömleğimi eteğimin içinden çıkarmış, neymiş kalçalarım gözükmesinmiş. Merve ise kolsuz bir penye ile olmayan göğüslerini, bir tayt ile de tahta götünü sergiliyor. Bugünlerde işleri de sakin keyfi yerinde nasıl kaçacağımı bilemiyorum yataktan, sabahları erken gidiyor da rahat rahat uyuyorum diye anlattıkça daralıyorum. Off iyice çıldıracağım. Yardım bahanesi ile mutfakta gömleğimi içime soktum. Kemeri iyice sıkıp gömleğin göğüslerimi sarmasını sağladım. Ben götürürüm dedim kahveleri. Biraz gözü gönlü açılsın kocasının, daha çok ısrarlı olsaydı neleri kazanacağını görsün. Ah Minicik, lise yıllarımda abimi görmeye geldiği günlerdeki gibi gözlerini kaçırarak vücudumda gezdirdi, pembe yanakları kızardı. Karşısına oturdum, her kaçamak bakışında gülümsedim. Benimkinde olmayan herşeye sahip erkeği ödüllendirmeliyim. Yan dönüp Merve ile konuşurken kıçım ona dönük, onun kocama bakıp konuşurken etek ile gerilen kalçalarımdan başka şeyi görmesi mümkün değil. Biz kalkana kadar sürdü gösterim, gerine gerine gösterdim gömleği geren göğüslerimi, toplanan etekten gözüken bacaklarımı. Kız kıza gülüyormuş gibi öne eğildiğimde tabak gibi çıktı ortaya kalçalarım. Yerinde rahat duramaz oldu, kucağına bir yastık koyup oturdu.

Kıskandı tabi öküz kocam, yolda başladı söylenmeye her yerin meydana çıkmış diye. Gömlek ıslandı mutfakta ne yapayım yabancı mı var, abim sayılır o benim. Eve gittik aynı olağan sevişme. Ben dizi seyrederken içerden emir geldi. Gel ben hazırım uyuyacağım. Hayır demek kavga gürültü, kocaya karşı çıkan kötü kadın olmak onun gözünde. Siki havada yatakta, altı çıplak üstünde atleti. Tam bir seks bombası yani. Soyunup yanına gireceğim, biraz boynumu dudaklarımı öpecek, göğüs uçlarımı okşayacak, kucağına oturtacak, hazır mıyım düşünmeden, bir iki git gelden sonra misyonere geçeceğiz ve ben tam havaya girmek üzereyken yığılıp kalacak üstümde. Beyimizin zevki önemli olduğu için de o değil ben korunacağım. Prezervatife para vermesin diyedir mutlaka bu bahanesi de. Bu ritüelimiz haftanın üç veya dört gecesi aynı. Bu da övünç meselesi, diğer kocalar haftada bir zor yaparmış. Bir olsun da tam olsun, evliliğin ilk günlerindeki heyecanlar ile yaşadığım orgazmlar, uzak bir anı artık. Sonrasında uyuma şansım da yok. Kalk duşunu al öyle yat talimatı peşi sıra gelecek. Ben sabah yedide kalkıp annemden aldığım para öğlen yemeğine kalsın diye yürüyerek işe giderken, beyimiz sözde iş arayacak ama on bire kadar uyuyacak, akşam onda kahveden babasından aldığı cep harçlığı ile dönecek.

Off ilk dersten çıktım aklım dün gecede, o saray yavrusu evde kaldı. Ben olmalıydım o hayatı yaşayan. Ben olmalıydım sabahın köründe buz gibi havada işe yürümek yerine kendi arabamla işe gelen veya çalışmayıp sıcak yatakta tembellik yapan. Sıcak yatakta beni eze eze siken kocamı düşünerek uyuklayacaktım belki de. Kesin kararlıyım artık değişecek bu devran, o ya da bu şekilde. Minicik’e yazmak için bir bahane bulup mesaj attım. Benim herife bir iş ayarlasana şirketinde asgari ücret bile olsa yeter. İş beğenmiyor bir iki şey teklif ettim diye cevap yazdı. Sinirlendim iyice. Haberim yoktu diye üzüntülü bir surat gönderdim. Üzülme sen ayarlarım bir şeyler senin üzülmene dayanamam cevabına teşekkür öpücüğü emojisi gönderdim. Sonra derse girene kadar devam etti yazışmamız havadan sudan, biliyorum sıkıntılarınızı Merve biraz anlattı cümlesine tekrar üzüntülü surat gönderdim, böyle güzel karısı var seni mutlu etmek için her şeyi yapmalı aslında diye cevap yazdı sonra da ekledi konuşayım istersen. İltifat hoşuma gitti, yıllar önce abimin ağzını yoklamış benim için, hayır cevabımdan sonra ikiletmemişti. Hala boş değil demek ki bana. Biraz bekleyip inceldiği yerden kopsun harekatıma başladım. Abi ya aman boşver dedim doğru düzgün kocalığını mı gördük evlendiğimizden beri, konuşsan değişecek mi öküz yazdım. Merve ondan da bahsetti diye gülücük gönderince utanmış bir surat gönderdim. Merve sizden de bahsetti diye cevabı yapıştırdım. Ne yapayım biraz kendimi fazla kaptırıyorum, o da bana fazla ufak tefek. İyice açılmıştık artık. En azından sizinkinin anlatacak bir yanı var diyerek pası ortaya bıraktım. Bir beş altı dakika yazamadı. Derse girmek üzereyken çıkışta uğrasana üzgünsün aklım sende kalır şimdi, kahvemi içer dertleşiriz yazınca tamam yazdım sadece. Zaten beklediğim de buydu.

Ders çıkışı okulun servisi ile eve attım kendimi. Baldızın kınasında kadın kadına olduğum için giydiğim geniş V yakalı kısa elbiseyi geçirdim üstüme. Külotlu çoraplarımı çıkartıp şeffaf uzun çoraplarım ile bacaklarımı belli ettim. Elbisenin beline bir kemer takınca da neredeyse miniye döndü etek boyu. En son uzun montumu giymeden parfüme bulandım. Ya sen işe gireceksin kocacım ya da Minicik sevgili karın Şeyma’nın bir yerlerine girecek ama hangisi olursa olsun elimiz biraz para görecek. Beyaz gerdanım göğüs çatalıma kadar ortada ve göğüslerimin şekli dar elbiseden belli. Cebimde kalan on lirayı harcamamak için dolmuşa binmeden yürüyerek ofisine gittim. Asansörde rujumu tazeledim. Koskocaman katta yıllardır tanıdığım sekreteri karşıladı, içeri girdiğimde telefonda konuşuyordu. Karşısındaki koltukları işaret etti, tam masanın karşısına gelen ikili koltuğa otururken montumu çıkardım. Bol etek kısmını havalandırarak yerleştim, etek dizlerimin oldukça üstünde kaldı oturunca. Telefondakini dinlerken gözleri büyüdü ve vücudumu baştan aşağıya süzdü. Bu sefer gözlerini kaçırmadı beni seyrederek o da gelip karşımdaki koltukta devam etti konuşmasına. Kahvem geldi bile. Çok şıksınız dedi yaşlı sekreteri, buradan bir düğüne gidiyoruz diye gönderdim başımdan.

Ne bu güzellik bugün her zamankinden bile güzelsin dedi telefonu kapatır kapatmaz. Yok ya sıkıntıdan kendimi iyi hissetmek için değişiklik yapayım diyerek gülümsedim. Kıpkırmızı oldu bile tombul yanakları. O da haklı genç kızlığından bu yana ona ters davranan kadın iki gündür her yerini sergiliyor karşısında. Ne yapacağını ne diyeceğini bilememesi doğal. Beyaz ince çoraplarım ile karşısında uzanan bacaklarımda gözleri dolaşıyor, deri koltuğa gömüldüğüm için zaten dizimin bir karış üstünde kalan etek, kalçalarıma kadar yapışmış halde. Üç beş boş laftan sonra, kocam hakkımdaki tüm şikayetlerimi sıralıyorum, evlilikten hiç bir beklentimin karşılanmadığının üstüne basa basa. Bacak bacak üstüne atıp geri yaslanırken neredeyse her yerimi sergiliyorum artık. Bacaklarımın arasına anlık bir bakışını yakalıyorum. Kahve bardağını bırakmak için eğilip pozisyonumu bozmuyorum, göğüs dekolteme kayıyor gözleri. Artan kızarıklığı ile birşeyler geveliyor sadece. Tekrar geri yaslandığımda etek boyum mini şorta inmiş durumda. Nasıl çözeceğiz sizin sorunları gibi bir laf atıyor ortaya. Gözleri doğrudan bacak aramda artık. Konuyu alevlendirmek için dert bir değil ki mutlu ettiği ne var ki hangisini çözeceğiz gibi cümleler söylerken yine telefonu çalıyor. Telefon için kalkarken önündeki kabarıklık saklanacak gibi değil, kumaş pantolondan bile belli. Kendime bakıyorum eteğim tahmin ettiğim gibi kaba etlerime kadar sıyrılmış. Az evvel oturduğu yerden açık renk çamaşırımı bile görmüştür büyük ihtimal.

Telefonu kısa kesip masada kaldı. Önündeki o sertlikle gezinmek istemiyor kesin. Bir iş yaratalım bakalım şuna ama kabul etmezse yapacak başka bir şeyim yok diyor. Aman tak etti artık canıma abi diyorum, sana minnettar kalır herşeyi yaparım borçlu kalmamak için. Yıllardır istediğim bir tek şey var aslında cümlesi hırıltı ile çıkıyor ağzından. Duymamazlıktan gelip nedir o demiyorum. Gözlerinin içi de kızarmış alnı terlemiş durumda. Tüm çekingen tavırlarına rağmen, karşımdaki sağlıklı bir erkek ve karşısında her yerini sergileyen bir kadın var. İyi bile dayandı. Ofis telefonunu açıp biz buradan yemeğe çıkacağız, sen beni bekleme çık deyip kapatıyor. Cep telefonunu açıyor şimdi, uzaktan gelen kocamın sesini tanıyorum. Bak güzel bir iş var yeni şantiyede, oradaki adamları çekip çevirecek senin gibi bir yöneticiye ihtiyaç var. Yönetici mi tek başına çorap bile giyemez ki o. İyi akşam kahveden ben gelmeden kalkmayın yemek yer ayrıntısını konuşuruz diye devam ediyor.

İstediğini aldın hiç ihtiyacım olmayan bir pozisyon yarattım kocana. Sağol abi diyorum borçlu kaldım sana. Ayağa kalkmadan kravatını çıkartıyor, gömleğinin kollarını kıvırıyor, ayağa kalktığında ise önündeki şişlik yumruğum kadar. O halde kalkıp yanıma oturur oturmaz dudaklarıma yapışıyor. Beklediğim bu ama yine de biraz geri çekiyorum kendimi. Boynumu sertçe kavrayıp tekrar dudaklarıma yapışırken diğer eli göğsüme yapıştı bile. Dur abi yanlış bu yaptığın diyorum. Kendimi ağır satmak veya istemediğimden değil. Aklıma ilk gelen cümle bu. Bir de altına yatmayı kafaya koyup gelmek ile bunun gerçekleşeceğini fark etmek ayrı şeyler.

Sikerim yanlışını da seni de hırlaması ile bacaklarımı koltuğun üzerine çekip üzerime abanıyor. Dev gibi cüssesi ile bacaklarımı kaldırması ve üzerime yığılması çocuk oyuncağı onun için. Abi dur derken o boynuma saldırdı bile. Bacaklarım iki yana ayrılmış boynumu yalarken göbeği altında eziliyorum. Dudakları dudaklarımda. Etli tombul dudakları ile ağzımı kavrıyor. Ohhh seni o kadar istedim ki. Karım olacaksın birazdan, offf ne sıcak. Kocaman eli bacak aram ile buluşmuş bile. Beni de bir sıcak bastı şimdi. Karısından uzunum ama yine de bu kilolu cüssesin altında nefessiz ter içinde kalmış haldeyim. Sikilmek için gelmiştim sikecekti birazdan yine de iki elim yanda tepkisizim herifin altında. Doğal inlemelerim dışında tepkisiz. Elbisenin V yakası içinden elini sokup bir göğsümü kavradığında elbisenin yakasından yırtılma sesi geldi. Elleri ne kadar büyük, iri sayılabilecek göğüslerimden birini tek eli ile kavramış, etli dudakları ile boynum ve dudaklarım arasında gezmekte. Göğsüme gelem ilk dil darbesi ile inlemeleri tamamen serbest bırakıyorum.

Biraz doğrulup elbisemi iyice yukarı topladı, belimi kaldırarak yardım ettim ben de. Artık dönüş yok oyuna da gerek yok. Bir elini çamaşırım üstünden kadınlığıma atarken, daha sesli inlemeye başladım. Am dediğin böyle olmalı diyerek daha sert avuçladı. Şimdi parmakları çıplak tenimde. Elini çekmeden tek eli ile kemerini çıkarmaya çalıştı. Doğrulup yardım ettim çözmesine. Boştaki eli ile fermuarını indirdi. Pantolon ile külodunu çekeleyerek belinden düşürdü. Bacaklarım katlanmış kadınlığımı keşfeden parmaklarının baskısı ile inlerken, karşıma sahibine benzer bir organ çıktı. Tombul, altındaki şişman traşlı torbaları sallanan, tombul gövdesi açık renk, yine pembemsi mor kalın başı yukarı bakan bir alet. Tek gördüğüm sik olan kocamınkiyle uzaktan yakından ilgisi yok. Karım olmak üzeresin, hazır amcığın diyerek bacaklarımı iyice ayırdı. Evet hazır, sanki bir şeyler şimdiden damlıyor içinden. Yapma dedim yeniden, sanki etkisi olacak sanki tek istediğim sikilmek değilmiş gibi. İki eli ile omuzlarımı bastırdı, acıdı omuzlarım, şişman gövdesi ile iyice bacak arama yerleşti. Sikinin başını çamaşırımda sonra kadınlığımın üst taraflarında hissettim. Sert ve kalın. Oralarıma değen kocamın sikinden daha geniş bir alana baskı yapıyor. Bir iki defa daha denedi kanepe üzerindeki garip halimizden girişime yerleşemediği için omuzlarımı bastıran bir eli ile bacaklarımı iyice açtı, diğer eli çamaşırımı yana çekince sikinin baskısı kadınlığımı kapladı. Kilodumu bile çıkarmadan sikecek beni. Elleri tekrar omuzlarımdan bastırdı, kanepeye gömüldüm iyice, ağzını kapa dedi, anlamadım. Çok kısa sürede anladım. İçime saplanan sik dar bir deliğe giren piton gibi yara yara yerleşti kadınlığıma. Bağırtımı susturmak için bir eli ile ağzımı kapadı. Siki iyice yerleşince durdu, çıkar lütfen çıkar çıkar diye ağzımı kapatan eli altından zor konuşarak çırpındım altında. Tombul yanakları kırmızı, gözleri gözlerimde bekledi. İçimde parçalanmanın yangını, karnım dev göbeği altında ezilmiş, elinin kapattığı ağzımdan zor nefes alarak çaresizce bekledim ben de. Elini çekti, karım oldun işte, karımsın diye beli oynamaya başladı. Amına girerken ki gözlerini hayal ettim hep, hayalden çok daha güzel diye hızlandı. Ohh kızlığım giderken bu kadar gerilmemişti içim. Ter, sancı ve artan bir zevk.

Kalın kolları ile bacaklarımı iyice havaya dikti, dizlerinin üstünde daha hızlı bir tempo ile sikmeye başladı. Kızarmış alnında ter damlaları birikiyordu, aynı terleme kasıklarımdan benim vücuduma da yayılıyordu. Nasıl alabildim bu kadar kalın bir aleti. İçimdeki doluluk hissi kıpırtısız bırakıyor, kadınlığımın içi ise sanki tüm göbeğimi kaplayacak kadar genişlemiş. Her darbesinde birisi yakamdan çıkmış diğeri sütyen içindeki göğüslerim savruluyor. Yıllar önce yapabilirdik, sadece benim olabilirdin diyerek aynı hızla üzerime abandı. Göğüslerim ağırlığı altında ezildi iyice. O da ben de ter içindeyiz, hiç bu kadar terlememiştim sevişirken. Karım oldun bak karım oldun oo. İyi sikiyor muyum karımı. Tekrar ağırlığını verdi üzerime. Terden yüzüme yapışmış saçlarım. Dayanmak mümkün değil, bu kalınlıkta bir sikin verdiği zevke, sızıya, doygunluğa. Özlediğim orgazm kasılmaları ele geçirdi artık bünyemi. Ahh çok güzel sikiyon ahhh bak gözlerimden yaş geliyor ahhhh. Ben de boşalayım mı aşkım off ne güzel amcığının içi. Nefessizim hem üstümdeki ağırlıktan hem de kadınlığımdaki bayramdan. Durma boşal dememle dev elleri koparacak gibi iki göğsüme yapışıyor, koparacak gibi sıkıp devam ediyor batırmaya. Elleri terlemiş göğsümden kayarken son bir darbesi ile bağırıyorum o ise içimde duruyor. İçimdeki yangının ne olduğunu biliyorum. Mümkünmüş gibi kalın siki başı sanki daha da kalınlaşıp kalp gibi atıyor, içime lavlar bırakıyor. Üç dört dakika sürdü tüm sevişmemiz ama ikimizde savaştan çıkmış gibiyiz.

Dudaklarımı öperek tek aşkımsın gibi sözler fısıldayarak çıkıyor içimden. Yan yana nefes nefese duruyoruz, yarı giyiniğiz ikimiz de. Kalın sikin üstünden dölleri akıyor hala. Çantamdan gelen telefon vızıldamasını zar zor duyuyorum. Kocam arıyor. Her zamanki öküzlüğü ile nerdeydin iki kere aradım, diye söyleniyor. Ev işi yapıyordum duymadım diye başımdan savıyorum. Bacaklarım kapalı ama kadınlığım hala açıkmış gibi hissederek eteğimi elbiseyi toparlamaya çalışıyorum. Elbisenin yakası sökülmüş göğüslerim yarı ortada. Akşam yemeğe gelmeyeceğim diyor, Minicik nihayet akıllanmış bana bir müdürlük verecek, gece gelince kırmızıları giy kutlarız deyip kahkaha atıyor. Kırmızı iç çamaşırlarım tek fantezisi. Ben telefon ile konuşurken Minicik de giyinmiş karşımda hazır. Ayağa kalkarken zorlanıyorum dengemi bulmak için. Başım dönüyor. Elbiseyi yırtmışsın diye takılıyorum. Ayaktayız yüz yüze eli kalçalarıma iniyor küçük bir öpücük dudaklarıma. Birazdan kendin çıkarırsın yırtılmaz. Geç oldu eve gitmem lazım deyince gülüyor. Evet size gideceğiz zaten ve seni o kavatın yatağında bir kere daha sikeceğim. Olmaz diyorum olur olur burada istediğim gibi sikemedim. Kendimden geçtim daha nasıl sikecek ki. Yakalanırsak diye heyecanlanıyorum, bir şey olmayacak rahat ol, giy montunu çıkalım.

Dev gibi jeepinde bize doğru yola çıkıyoruz. Kendimi temizleyemedim bile, çamaşırımdaki bacakaramdaki ıslaklığın çoğu onun dölleri. Bizde olmaz diye tekrarlıyorum. Bindiğimizden beri iki aşık gibi tuttuğu elimi bırakıp arabadan kocamı arıyor. Kocamın sesi arabada yankılanırken eli bacaklarımı okşuyor. Benim işim uzadı siz benden kebap filan söyleyin, gelince öderim, bekleyin. Beleş yemek duyan kocamın sesindeki mutluluk arabada çınlıyor. Tamam sen gelmeden kalkmayız. Nasıl kalksın ki hesabı ödeyecek olan Minicik. Yine el ele konuşmadan eve kadar geliyoruz. Yüz metre ileride iniyorum, kapıya gelince ara zile basma sakın ben açarım apartman kapısını diyerek acele ile inmeye çalışıyorum. Elimi bırakmıyor. Üstünde hiç bir şey olmasını istemiyorum diyor, on dakika zaman ver bana diye çıkıyorum arabadan.

Eve girince fark ediyorum kalbimin çok hızlı attığını. Montu atıyorum yere. Bacak aramdan çorabımın üzerinden sızan soğuk sıvıya dokununca elime dölleri geliyor. Elbisenin yırtık yakasından sütyenim ortada. Üzerimdeki her şeyi banyoda çıkarıp makineye tıkıyorum. Yıkanmaya fırsat olmadan telim çalıyor. Kapıya gelmiş bile. Kimse görmeden içeri girmesi lazım, otomata basıyorum. Merdivenleri çıktığını duyunca da evin kapısını açıyorum. Yüzüne bile bakmadan sarıldığım havlu içinde banyodayım diye koşuyorum içeri. Kadınlığımın çevresi kızarmış sanki, ılık su ile temizleniyorum, göğüslerimde bir sızı var. Aynaya bakınca fark ediyorum sol göğsümde iki pembe kızarıklık. Parmaklarının izi. Kocam görürse ne yaparım. Bunları düşünerek banyodan çıkmamla çığlık atıyorum. Yatağımın üzerinde çırılçıplak bir dev beklemiyordum. Dikkat et biraz göğüslerimde iz bırakmışsın. Nerede diye üzerime sarındığım havluyu çekerek yatağa deviriyor beni de.

Kocam görse ne diyeceğim. Bir iki gün hastalandım de sevişme geçer, benimki sikilmekten bitap düşünce hep aynı yalanı atar. Haksız değil dememe gülüşüyoruz. Yatak içinde öpüşerek birbirimizin göğüslerini okşayarak oynaşıyoruz. Hep sana yakın olmak için Merve ile takıldım, sonunda karım oldu ama hiç sevemedim. Hele yatakta hiç istediğim gibi olamadı. Yatakta oynaşırken bunları anlatıyor. Ama o pek şikayetçi değil diyorum. Sen de bir saat önce pek memnundun diye dudaklarıma yapışıyor tekrar. Kocaman dili ağzımda, aşağıda düşündüm, senin okula yakın bir ev tutacağım istediğimiz zaman istediğimiz kadar doyasıya sevişeceğiz. Eli bacakarama indi, bırakamam seni karımsın artık, boynuma göğüslerime iniyor kalın dudakları, göğüs uçlarım kayboluyor ağzımda. Bırakma seninim. Senin yüzünden sıska karıya kaldım yıllardır borcun var bana sike sike alacağım. Gülüyoruz. Yine dudaklarımda. Dev elin kalın iki parmağı da kadınlığımın girişini kaplamış durumda. Sikilmek istiyor bak, şimdiden hazır mısın karıcığım, evet hazır yavaş yavaş ama diye inliyorum. Boynumu emerken fısıldıyor, sik beni kocacığım de sik beni amcığım senin de. Parmağı içime gömüldü şimdiden, hadi kocacığım, koca sikli kocam, bak seni bekliyor.

Üstüme tırmanıyor, bacaklarımı iyice aralıyorum bu sefer. O devi almanın en kolay yolu bu. Göğüslerime saldırıyor. Acıtma lütfen. Mümkün mü. Pençe gibi elleri. Merve kimbilir ne acılar çekmiştir. Tek eli kızın belini kavrar, siki kolundan kalındır. Kocaman yumuşak dudakları göğüs uçlarımı büyütüyor. Offf hiç mi yenilmedi bu memeler, taş taş. Göbeğime inince gıdıklanıyorum, bacaklarımı iyice aralayıp havaya dikiyor. Pençeleri kalçalarımda, off göt dediğin bu işte, sert sert sıkıyor aynı anda kalçalarımı, dili kadınlığımın dışında sonra bacaklarımın arasında geziyor. Ah belki aylar var kocamın oralara inmediği. Aşağıya bakıyorum tombul yanakları kıpkırmızı olmuş, bacak içlerimi öpüyor, kadınlığıma övgüler düzüyor. Offf beklenmediğim anda o koca dil yan taraftan bir tur ile amının tamamını geziyor. Etli dudakları kadınlığımın dudakları ile buluşuyor. Ballı bu amcık ballı. Ye kocacığım ye demem ile, ohh benim etli amcıklım sesleri ile saldırıyor. Pençeleri şimdi göğüslerimde. Arada ah her yerini aynı anda yemek istiyorum derken ayrılıyor aşağıdan. Göğüslerini, amını, dudaklarını aynı anda istiyorum güzel karımın. Aşk ile ama eze eze geziyor her yerimi. Bacak arama tekrar indiğinde kafasını biraz bastırıyorum orada kalması için kocan amını yiyecek şimdi diyor, ye karını senin amcığın o diye inleyince saldırıyor. Arada ayrılıp amımı seyredip tekrar saldırıyor. Etli siki gibi kalın dili içime girdikçe yatak odamda yılardır duyulmayan çığlıklarım başlıyor. Gözlerimden yaşlar süzülürken, dudakları arasında hapsettiği bızırımı bırakması için başını itekliyorum. Karnımda özlediğim kelebekler uçuşuyor. Geriliyor bacaklarım. Unuttuğum orgazm bir günde ikinci defa karşımda. Doyamadım tadına bal gibi amcığın diyerek yanıma uzanıp göğüslerimi dilliyor. Uçları tavanı gösteriyor göğüslerimin, hadi sikim seni bekliyor aşkım.

Beni üzerine çekiyor. Dizlerinin üzerine oturup siki kavrıyorum üzerine oturmak için, ıslat biraz istersen daha rahat olur. Benim de istediğim o aslında ama bir anda saldırmak istemedim sikine. Dev başını dilimle geziyorum. Başı ağzımın kenarını gerse de ağzıma sığıyor. Aferin karıcığıma aferin. Nasıl soktun bunu bana kocacığım diyerek boydan boya yalıyorum. Bu sik için ayrı bir seans ayırmalı. Dakikalarca yalanacak güzellikte. Elim çevresini zor sarıyor. Başını emiyorum tekrar. Sok artık amcığına. Parlayan siki girişime ayarlayıp yavaşça kendimi bırakıyorum. Köküyle buluştuğumda bu sefer acıdan ve sancıdan bir çığlık kopuyor ağzımdan. Bürodaki dar alandaki sevişmede bu kadar girmemişti demek içime. Kalçalarıma yapışıp kıpırdamamı engelliyor, tamam geçti yavaşça yavaşça sikeceğim güzel karımı. Off bu şeyi soktuğu karıları sakinleştirme yöntemi bu galiba. Amcığın alev alev eritecek sikimi, sevdin mi kocanın sikini derken üzerinde terlemem artarak salınıyorum. At gibi sikin, at değil tokmak sikliyim ben, ohh evet tokmak sikli kocam. Artık hafif hafif oturup kalkabiliyorum üstünde. Kalkınca kadınlığımın içi geri kazınıyor gibi, beynimin içi uyuşuyor. O ise göğüs uçlarımı eziyor bir yandan. Birazdan ne olacak biliyor musun güzel götlüm diye kalçalarımı tokatlıyor. Ne olacak derken sesim inlememle uzuyor, seni altıma alıp sikeceğim, sik istediğin gibi sik. Evimizde kıçını da tokatlayacağım. Ohh kızart, kızart götümü.

Çevirip altına aldı tek defada gömdü tekrar sikini. Bacaklarım omzunda hızlanarak girmesi korkunç bir doluluk ve sürtünme ile çıldırtıyor içimi. Bacaklarım göğsündeki terden ıslanıyor, kayıyor. Sert sert dibimi bularak vuruyor. Kocan söyledi mi hiç bana ne derlerdi gençken gittiğimiz orospular. Zorla soruyorum ne derlerdi oohhh, geldi bizim osurtan derlerdi. Hızlanarak üzerime abanıyor. Yüz kiloluk gövdesi şiddetle çarpıp ayrılıyor vücudumdan, siki dibimde bir yerleri parçalıyor sanki. Seni de şimdi öyle sikeceğim yılların acısını çıkartacağım osurta osurta. Bu ne demek düşünecek halim yok. Vücudum ter içinde, ellerimle çarşaftan güç almaya üzerimden anlık ayrılmalarımda ise nefes almaya çalışıyorum. Yatağın kenarına kadar çekeliyor beni, bacaklarım katlı onun ayakları yerde sert sert girip çıkıyor. En azından göğsümde ağırlığı yok, nefes alabiliyorum. Kadınlığımdaki kıvılcım, karnımda havai fişek gösterisine dönüyor. Kavatın yatağında mı sikiyorum karımı, offf ne güzel amcığının içi. Boşalmam sürerken beni daha da katlıyor şimdi pençeleri ile alttan kavradığı kalçalarım yataktan kesilmiş o her vurdukça çığlık çığlığa bağırıyorum. Doğururken ancak bu kadar genişlerim her halde. Geri çekilip içimden çıkıp tekrar vurdukça içim hava doluyor, pompa gibi kalın siki. Çarşafı sıkmaktan ellerim, katlanmaktan belim kasılmış durumda. Tekrar üzerime yığılıp o dev cüsseden beklenmeyen bir hızda giriş çıkışa başlıyor, bacaklarım farklı yönlere gerilerek bir boşalma eziyeti daha başlıyor. En yoğun orgazmım ama nefessiz ter içindeyim, üstümdeki dev vurdukça odada çığlıklarım ve arkamdan çıkan sesler yankılanıyor. Ohh dediği gibi gaz çıkarıyorum vurdukça. Utanmam mı lazım, gözlerimden süzülen orgazm yaşları. Gözlerimi açsam bile görüntü bulanık. Ahh bu orgazmdan da öte, nerde olduğumu unutturan bir sarhoşluk. Kenara devrilmesi ile derin nefes alabiliyorum. Baygınlık ve sarhoşluk sınırında geziyorum.

Göğüs uçlarım ile oynayıp dudaklarımı emiyor. Kalkıp tuvalete gidip giyinmesini terden sırılsıklam halimle seyrediyorum. Üzerime eğilip seni seviyorum karıcığım demesine, uzun uzun dilini emerek cevap veriyorum. Bir saat sonra filan duş yapıp çarşafları değiştiriyorum. Yeni işinden memnun sikini bana indirmeye gelen kocama adetim var diye kıçımı dönüp uyuyorum.

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Pasif-Aleyna – Hakan ile – 5

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Pasif-Aleyna – Hakan ile – 5
Tekrardan selam size başından geçen başka hikayeyi anlatıcam. Hikayeme başlıyorum. Kendimi tanıtıyım. Adım, Aleyna 19 yaşındayım, pasifim. Gerçekten dolgun ve çıkık bir popom var. Tanga giymeye ve ilişkilerde kadın gibi davranmaya bayılırım. Tüysüzümdür.
Bu hikaye Hakan ile 4 adlı hikayenin devamıdır…
Klozetten kalktım ve içeri yatağa gittim. Bayağı yorulmuştuk artık, biraz nefeslenmek ve enerji toplamak için bir şeyler yemeliydik, Hakan dışarıdan bir şeyler söyleyeceğim dedi bende tamam dedim sen nasıl istersen hemen üstümüze şortları çektik falan, yemekleri sipariş ettik. Yemekler geldi ve yedik. Daha sonra yemekler bitti ben hemen içeri gidip ağzımı yıkadım daha sonra Hakan’da. Çünkü ağız kokusundan nefret ediyorum. Mide bulandırıcı.
Bir süre daha dinlenmek için televizyon falan izledik. Yan yana oturuyorduk, Hakan hadi sen git içerden bir şeyler giyin ve gel buraya artık dedi. Bende gittim odadan çorap ve tanga tarzı bir iç çamaşırını takarak geldim. Hakan zaten açmış sikini sıvazlıyordu. Hemen yanına oturdum ve elimle ona 31 çekmeye başladım. Biraz çektikten sonra hafifçe ona doğru koltukta domaldım ve sikini yalamaya koyuldum. Yala güzelim yala diyordu Hakan önümde. Eliyle kalçalarımı okşuyordu. Parmaklarını deliğime götürüyordu. Bacaklarını tamamıyla açtı bu arada kalçalarıma tokat atıyordu.
Daha sonra kalktım ve önüne diz çöktüm ve ordan yalayama başladım. Elimi göğüslerine götürüp okşuyordum. Sikini kaldırıp taşaklarını yalıyordum. Hakan harikasın bebeğim yalamaya devam et diyordu. Hakan önümde mayışmış kendini bana bırakmıştı. Sikini sonuna kadar alıp bırakıyordum. Taşakları tükürük içinde kalmıştı. Hakan harikasın devam et devam et diyordu. Yorulunca elime alıyor 31 çekiyor daha sonra tekrar saksoya başklıyordum. Sikini kaldırıyor taşaklarından kafasına kadar dondurma yalar gibi dilimle çıkıyordum. Hakan ayağa kalktı ve tekrardan ağzıma verdi. Harika devam et içine giricem dedi. Ben biraz yaladım ve domaldım. Hakan arkamdan yavaşça geldi ve içime girdi.
Girer girmez ritmik harekete başladı. Ahh harikasın bebeğim sik hadi diyordum. Hakan bir hızlanıyor bir yavaşlıyordu. Devam diyordum. Sik götümü sadece senin diyordum. Hızlandıkça acıtıyordu. İçime köküne kadar sokuyor kalçalarını oynatıyor sonra çıkartıyor tekrar yapıyordu. Biraz acıyordu, ama harikaydı sikmeye devam ediyordu. Sonra içimden çıktı.
Önünde sırt üstü uzandım ve o pozisyonda içime girdi. Ohh harikasın Hakan devam et canım hadi diyordum hakan daha da fazla yükleniyordu. Daha fazla azdırıyordu bu laflarım onu. Kalçalarından tutup daha hızlı çekiyordum kendime. Ritmik küt küt diye sesler geliyordu. O da baldırlarıma kuvvet uygulayarak üstüme daha sert geliyor içime daha seri giriyordu. Süpersin diyordum devam devam Hakan üstümde suratı büzüş büzüş oluyordu bana bakıyor gülüyor tekrardan büzüşüyordu. Hızlanıyor yavaşlıyordu harika gidiyordu. Daha sonra içinmden çıktı.
Ayağa kalktım ve sikini yalamaya başladım biraz yaladıktan sonra hakan oturdu bende sırtım ona dönük şekilde ilk önce götümü tükürükleyerek üstüne oturdum. Ayaklarımı koltuğun üstüne koydum ve zıplamaya başladım. Zıpladıkça Hakan alttan çıldırıyordu. Kalçalarımı sıkıyordu. Bende taşaklarıyla oynuyordum elimle masaj yapıyordum. Kalçalarımdan tutarak daha hızlı zıplatmaya çalışıyordu. Böyle olmuyor dedi gülerek beni kaldırdı yere tekrar domalttı ve arkama geçti ve içime girdi.
Kalçalarımdan tutarak beni hızlı hızlı sikmeye başladı ben ahh dedikçe Hakan ohh harikasın bebeğim süpersin diyordu. Sallanan kalçalarıma tokat atıyordu. Yukardan sikine tükürdü bir kısmı kuyruk sokumuma geldi. Sikini çıkardı ordaki tükürüğü sikikle deliğime getirdi ve tekrar kayganlaşan sikiyle hızlanmaya başladı. Hafiften tokatlara da devam ediyordu. Çok hızlıydı bugün kısaca inanılmazdı yani. Köküne kadar sokuyordu. Ben önünde ah demekten nefessiz kalmıştım. Bir süre sonra çıktı içimden beni yan yatırdı oda arkama yan geçti ve sikini içime soktu bacağımı baldırımdan tuttu ve kalçalarını ileri geri yaparak beni sikmeye başladı. Bense elimi onun bacağını tutmak için uzatmıştım. Böyle bir süre sikmeye devam etti.
Kaldırdı ve kucağına tekrardan suratım ona dönük şekilde oturttu. Kalçalarım sıkarak ve alttan seri vuruşlar yaparak beni sikmeye başladı. Harikaydı. Kalçalarıma tokat atıyordu. Bense yoruldukça sikinin üstünde kalçalarımı oynatıyordum. Sonunda Hakan artık boşalacaktı. Beni tekrardan kaldırdı ve domalttı. İçime girdi ve hızlıca git gel yapmaya başladı. Artık gelecekti baya kasılıyordu ki ahh diyerek sikini içimden çekti ve göt aramı sanki siker gibi ileri geri yaparak sırtıma kadar boşaldı. Boşaldı ve ondan sonra Hakan perte çıktı. Bir süre sonra duş aldık ve o günün sonunu böyle getirdik.
Aslında 1 hikaye daha çıkabilirdi ama yeterli sanırım bu hikaye bu kadar. Herkeze teşekkürler…

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This story stands alone pretty well, but it constitutes another part in a series. The series begins with a story called “Fire Pole,” about these people and how they meet. The scene is upstairs in Nancy’s apartment over her hair salon.

Nancy braced a hand on Sean’s chest, and with the other, guided him home into her pussy. The first sweet push inside set her tingling again. Men have no idea, she thought.

Truly; for although Sean noticed her intake of breath, the delectably hard nipples and even the little frisson which passed over her like goose bumps, he had seldom felt that kind of sensitivity. Like most men, he hadn’t the estrogen levels for it.

It was like a come, only a come whispered, gently. Nancy loved her sex! She was thirty-six, her prime; and the twenty-eight-year-old married man on her bed really turned her crank.

The bone-hard curving cock of the fireman filled her. “God, you feel nice,” she said.

His rugged face split in a grin, and he reached for her flanks. Seated astride, she squirmed around and around, savoring the endlessly fascinating feeling of hot man, inside the pussy where they belong.

His firm touch moved up across her ribs and he cupped her breasts. He does that just right! she marveled. “Oh, yeah, take ’em!” she told him. She leaned in and his lips brushed a nipple, sending yet another wave of gooseflesh over her neck and chest. She called his name gratefully.

They’d been fucking already since her noon break, and she wanted to make him late and have sex all afternoon. The man was a cut above; a real find!

His rough tongue on the nipple sent telegraph pulses of sweetness in a line right to her pussy. She pushed her breast softly against his face; his hand brushed the other nipple. She rode cock with her hands on his shoulders while he went from breast to breast and stroked her flanks and ass.

It was lovely! But the constant little orgasms were distracting her; Sean, too, was getting more intense, thrusting up at her more strongly. Soon they shifted to another position, where he had more scope to move.

Snowcroft was determined to make the afternoon stand out. It was his first time in eleven years of marriage to have looked beyond his wife for fulfillment. Nancy had told him she didn’t want a real affair, but he wanted to come back for lots more. The woman was skilled and enthusiastic; he would hate to just leave it at one or two sessions.

It was so hard to work up the nerve to do this in the first place, he thought. If I could have Nancy I’d have all I ever need. He set himself to the agreeable task of driving her out of her mind.

He turned her so that both were lying down, supporting her upper leg, kissing her and stroking, going slow but paying attention. He’d already done a hard, animal fuck at the beginning; this was a sensuous, scientific operation. She was already pretty far gone, as he saw it.

The padded end of his cock rode high, his hair rubbed her clit deliberately at the bottom of his strokes. He worked her neck and breasts with his mouth and held her into him with a hand cupping her hips.

The sparks came constantly, shooting out and through her body from her center. She was barely able to take notice of how he was doing it any more. She licked and kissed him, his muscles felt so exquisite working under his skin, her flared nostrils captured his male smell.

Little come succeeded little come, some fluttering, some spreading across her like ripples in a pond, some sharp and local in her pussy or centered on a breast. She lost the sense of time, a little.

Just let go, Nancy-babe; let go! Come big! She lived alone and gave herself advice all the time; this time, she was going to follow it! She dug her heel into his ass to drive him deeper; when he came to a breast again she pinned him there with an arm. Her hips rolled hard into him, she closed her eyes and came.

He took it all as a signal for a last huge effort. Shifting up on his elbow and bracing a leg, he pounded as fiercely as the reclining position would allow.

Nancy was moaning, bahis firmaları without control, just holding tightly while the fireman brought more and more sweet explosions from her clit, nipple, pussy, everything at once! Somewhere in the middle of this storm, the man’s cock jumped, then jumped again while he nearly screamed. He lost his rhythm– he was coming too! His pulses diminished and his hips stalled, deep on the downstroke. She surfaced enough to beat her pussy onto him, to give him more movement, but soon she felt a wave of languor overtake her.

They collapsed, gasping. Opening their eyes, they caught each other’s gaze. She laughed. He felt good inside her; she felt like a happy kitty with a belly full of warm cream.

“So now will you let me lick you?” he asked.

“Stay right there a minute,” she replied, pushing her hair back off her face, “Don’t you move. God, that was nice, Sean!” She stroked his chest and responded to his kiss. She loved the feel of a fat cock in there in afterglow.

They regarded each other in contented admiration. But with humans, nothing is ever simple.

He considered and rejected bringing up the subject of return engagements just then; and he would have been gratified to know she did the same. Then she remembered his remark about licking, and the conversation it referred to.

“You want to hear me tell you a story, now? I owe you one,” she said.

“I’ll lick you while you do it, if you like. What story?”

“You told me the time you had a virgin; I did that.”

“Tell me.”

“I want that backrub, and you can eat me after awhile. Sound good?”

It was a deal. Reluctantly, she let Sean slide out of her pussy. She rolled over to lie face down while he got the condom off and wiped up a little. He coated his hands and began on her calves, working toward her feet. When she’d relaxed and he was well started, she spoke with her eyes closed, head on folded arms.

“His name was Roman. He was from what they call the Czech Republic now; it was Czechoslovakia then. He was almost a punk, you know the punks?”

“A punk scene in Czechoslovakia?”

“They didn’t dare do the real punky stuff with all the weird hair, in Prague before the revolution, but there’s still a big punk scene there, from what I saw in Rolling Stone. Then, they had to be careful, it was all bootleg tapes and smuggled albums, people’s apartments and the back rooms of places. He told me all this and I was fascinated. Of course he wanted me.

“He was here as an exchange student thing– his English was so good! But his accent got me! He was just really hot. Shoulders. That square face. His host family had a boy his age, a silly guy, a tackle and lineman; I’d gone out with him in groups of kids before. But I struck up the acquaintance because I was curious, about Roman, I mean.

“We had a beach to ourselves at Green Lake, about a dozen of us, and a campfire and a couple of coolers. It was late afternoon. We’d been playing volleyball and having beers, but nobody was drunk or anything. We were in swimsuits and the group had split up into couples and a little group at the fire. Anyway.

“Hey. I’ll tell you how hot I was for him: when we’d gone off to sit on the rocks together, I’d pulled the suit’s bottom part up ‘way tight, so the pussy would be outlined right through, you know?”

“Camel toe.”

“Yeah!” She chuckled. “They didn’t call it that, then. Camel toe, and I sat so he couldn’t miss it. Pretty shameless. He could see the slit in the middle just as plain, and he kept looking, it was great. The more we talked the harder he got, he kept shifting and squirming!

_______

“We don’t have that many punks here, do we?”

“Not so much; it is so smaller than Prog,” he said. I can’t do his accent.

“The whole state might be a million people.”

“I like the people here; I think you are very nice. I feel very much welcome.”

“Did you say I’m nice or we’re nice?”

“You in person are very nice, I mean. But others too.”

So I asked him if he had a girlfriend, and all kaçak iddaa that, and I took him over to the cars for some kissing and stuff. He had great arms and he was hard as rock. I pushed against it with my belly, but he wouldn’t touch my tits or my butt, you know? I decided to give him a hint and reached down.

When I grabbed his ass he jumped. “What’s wrong, Roman?”

“I am not sure; I don’t want to make you scared.”

“It’s probably different from Prague, but I don’t mind.”

“In Prog I am– I never do–“

“You’re a virgin?”

“I think yes. It means never the sex?”

“Yeah. You’ve never done it?”

“I am sorry.”

“Wow.” I looked around. There were people, and some of them I couldn’t see, so I couldn’t tell if anyone might be able to watch. “I’m not saying I’ll do it, but come with me a minute.”

He said anywhere, really from the heart. I took him along the path and we spread towels and lay down in a little spot down low behind some birch trees. I unsnapped the top and told him to strip. He looked fine.

He had those wide-ish hips with the muscles pinned right from hip to shoulder, you know? A slab! Really a hunk of meat, and this thick cock, a little shorter than yours but real thick and tapering to a small head, a cone cock! His little buns sat on the wide hips, it was cool. He was playing on the football team like his host brother.

And he’d do whatever I told him. Oh, Sean, do that more.

_____

“You’re juicy again.”

“I guess you’ll have to lick.”

_____

I knew you’d want to do that. Mmm. We went back to kissing but it was different naked. I loved the feel of him and he practically rubbed me off through the bikini! I’d kinda decided: I was gonna go out with him, I figured, while he was here, and make sure he lost it, but not right off, the same day we met. He made it hard to hold back, though. I was pretty easy then.

_____

“What did you say?”

“I said you’re sweet!”

“Huh!”

_____

Well, I was easy then, too! Jesus.

It was because he just did everything I said. He was broad like a bear and so hard I kept feeling speared, but he was a pussycat. I just had him doing things and got more and more lost in it.

I had him push his nose in there on the suit, and turn so I could play with him. It could have been the smell, I love the hair and the smell! I love to lick and suck and feel hair in my mouth! I did his thighs and his wide belly and scratched my nails down him! He nuzzled me and nipped at me until I couldn’t think.

“Kiss my ass,” I said.

No hesitation! “Suck them like tits, lick them.”

It didn’t matter. “Take them off me and kiss my pussy!”

I was wringing him; like, you slide the skin, but you go around instead of up and down. I’d twiddle the head on my tits and wring his cock– oh!– and then I rolled his balls in my mouth one by one, all hair, wringing and jacking while he ate me–

_____

“Oh, Christ, Sean! Let me have your cock!”

“You know the rules. You have to tell a story!”

“But I want cock! Come on!”

“Mm-mm!”

“Oh Jesus, that’s so good, oh my God–!”

“What happened then?”

“You bastard. How can I, when I’m coming all the time?”

_____

Okay! So he came between my tits and over my right nipple, jerking in my hand like one of those power showerheads. It made me come right then, right in his mouth– oh God!–

____

“Sean, stop. Rub my back a while, okay?”

“Roll over, I’ll do the front.”

____

I licked his cock clean and made him lick my belly and tits clean, and we got dressed. He took me out lots of times after that. I learned a lot about him and about Czechoslovakia. I went to his games.

He was a little wild, but I was, too. We liked each other but he was going to have to leave, of course, and not come back for two years. He liked to do oral games outside and in auditoriums; places like that. I sucked him in a girls’ bathroom at school once. Let me tell you about that one.

We’d skipped class to do it. That way, there kaçak bahis wouldn’t be a crowd, you know? I stood on the thing in a stall. We were excited, it didn’t matter about the cigarette smell, even, it made it dirtier! I unbuttoned, and I popped my tits out by lifting my bra. I leaned on his shoulders and had him suck them. We had the place to ourselves, so I talked dirty to him.

“You’re going to eat my pussy right here, Roman,” I told him. “And make me come! I’ll take my pants down, and you’re going to eat it. Lick it until I melt on the floor!”

While he was on my tits, I unzipped and put my hand down the front. He loved it, watching that, especially on a bus or something.

“I’m all juicy and wet, taste my fingers,” I said. He licked them.

“Nancy, you are so delicious, give me more– yes, put your hand in.”

I made him suck them. “Suck it like a cock,” I said. He begged me to turn around and give him my pussy. I made him suck my tits and rubbed it, making noises to drive him crazy– moaning and making pussy noises with my hand, too.

Then I heard it. More noises, from the next stall, it sounded like. I put a hand on Roman’s head and lifted up to look over the wall thing. Roman started working my pants off, which was cool with me.

I could see only one knee with pantyhose on it, pulled down. She was sitting in the stall, and I could hear her fingering herself and panting. She was leaning against the wall on our side, so it was just a knee.

I felt electric all over. It was perfect!

Then Roman’s hands coasted over my buns and he kissed it, softly. It went right through me. I braced my hands on both walls and opened my knees wide. I shook my hair back, closed my eyes, and let him work.

He was pretty good by then. I told him how it felt all through it: That’s the spot, oh it’s making me come– Play with my ass more– I just had another hot little come!

I never did that kind of talk, so Roman looked up, wondering. I picked up my opposite hand and pointed to the stall with the girl in it. “Someone’s there, listening,” I mouthed.

He broke into this big excited smile. “You get one more big one; then you will suck my cock!” he said, in a rumbly voice, in that accent. The girl gave a little sob and then she was very quiet.

“Let me suck it right now, babe; I want to feel the meat in my mouth, I can’t stand waiting!” We swapped positions and I said stuff like, Get that thing out. Oh, look at it! I love cock!

Then I hefted his balls and slid my mouth down him to the thick base, all one go. It made him grunt deep in his chest. He talked dirty all through it, and he tried to look across to the other stall, but he shook his head so I knew he hadn’t been able to see her.

“I love to watch your mouth on my cock. Your pretty face with cock in it! Lick the head, just the head! Rougher– yes! Now go down, take me deep.”

He was laying it on thick. I made lots of slurps and said he was really hard and things like that. It felt like a joke at first– but it got to me. I sucked and licked really hard and fast; I was gasping and squeezing myself with my thighs!

Roman said he was about to come soon. I let go. Pulling at him I said, “No, Roman, you gotta fuck me, I’m burning up, come down, I got a thing in my purse, please!” I meant every word, too.

Roman came down, but he knelt at my feet. I stopped digging in my purse.

“Nancy. I don’t want to do it the first time here. Please. I will eat you, okay? I will eat you, you can come, but let’s do this tonight, someplace special. I am begging.”

He sounded so sincere, it melted my heart. I agreed, I pulled him up and we kissed. He went back down after a while and gave me a huge one, so sweet, it took over my whole body, even my fingers and toes were prickly. While I was sucking him, the girl left the stall and ran out of the room, so we never knew who it was.

I was rubbing my clit and when he came I had another one, not as big. I loved his come splashing in my throat. I like the feel of the meat jerking and spurting, the end getting big and jumping up, and the come streaming into my mouth! God!

_____

“You’re hinting again! No cock yet, he’s still a virgin!”

“I know! But could you eat me? I’ll tell the rest after that, I promise.”

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Münire Hanım’ın sözleri karşısında heyecanlandım ister istemez. “Sen ciddi misin?” diye sormadan edemedim. “Eğer sen de istersen olur…” dedi yine. Aklımda varsa yoksa gelini Gülsüm vardı, ama payıma Münire Hanım düşmüştü. Canımı sıktı bu durum.

“Kaç yaşındasın sen?” diye sorduğumda, “66.” dedi. Oysa daha genç gösteriyordu. Ben onu daha genç zannederken benden 13 yaş büyük çıkmıştı. Bir sigara yakıp derin birkaç nefes çektim.

Karşımda ayakta duruyordu. Üzerinde kol kısımları dantelli siyah tek parça uzun bir elbise vardı. Başını da parlak siyah bir türbanla bağlamıştı sıkıca. Elbisesinin altında koca memeleri bütün ihtişamıyla kendini belli ediyordu. Siyah elbise yapılı vücuduna dar geliyor ve memelerinden hariç kalçaları ve göbeği de beliriyordu.

“Beni memnun eder misin, kendine güveniyor musun?” diye sordum. Yüzü kızardı, kendisiyle alay ettiğimi düşünmüş olmalı ki titreyen sesiyle, “İstemezsen giderim…” dediğinde, “Az bekle!” dedim. Ayağıma gelen fırsatı kaçıracak değildim. Karımın yokluğunda benden büyük de olsa bir kadını sikme şansını geri tepecek halim yoktu.

Münire Hanım evini, barkını, yurdunu geride bırakıp gelmiş aciz bir kadındı. Bu yaşında borcuna karşılık bedenini satmayı göze alıyordu. Düşene tekme vurulmaz sözünün ne anlama geldiğini biliyordum. Ama içinde bulunduğum durumda bu söze uygun hareket edecek iradem ve nefsim yoktu.

“Seninle anlaşalım. Karım evde yok. Belki bir hafta daha gelmeyecek. O gelene kadar bana karılık edeceksin. Her akşam geleceksin, karım gelene kadar, tamam mı? Karım eve geldikten sonra da fırsat bulunca çağırırım seni. Eğer bir kere bile gelmezsen kendinizi kapının önünde bulursunuz. Anladın mı, kabul ediyor musun?” dedim.

Münire Hanım elleri yine önünde kenetli halde, yüzüme bakmadan, “İyi, tamam…” dediğinde, “Şöyle içeri geç!” diyerek yatak odasını gösterdim. Televizyonu kapattım ve yatak odasına geçtim. Münire Hanım yatağın önünde ayakta duruyordu. “Ne bekliyorsun, soyunsana!” dediğimde başındaki türbanını açtı önce. Yarıdan fazlası ağarmış saçları çıktı ortaya. Sonrasında elbisesinin önündeki birkaç düğmeyi açıp elbiseyi de başının üzerinden çıkarttı. Dizlerinin altına gelen çiçekli uzun bir don vardı altında. Üstüne ise beyaz bir tişört giymişti.

Tişörtü altındaki atleti ile başının üzerinden çıkardığında devasa memeleri çıktı piyasaya. Bir ineğin memesini andırırcasına iki koca karpuz gibiydi memeleri, sarkmıştı, meme başları sütlü çikolata renginde ve bir çay tabağı kadar vardı. Etli ve kararmış meme uçları ise iri bir zeytin tanesi kadardı. Görüntü sikimi sertleştirirken çiçekli donunu da sıyırdı aşağı. Kasıklarında ve amının üzerinde alınmamış, uzamış ve aynı saçları gibi ağarmış kıllar vardı. Epeydir tıraş olmadığı belliydi Münire Hanım’ın. Karnında ve göbeğinde de uzamış siyah tüyler vardı. Kılların ve tüylerin siyahlığına inat vücudu un gibi beyazdı.

“Ne zamandır tıraş olmadın sen?” diye sordum. “Çok oldu…” diye yanıtladı, ardından, “Sen de soyunsana…” dedi acelesi varmış gibi. Bakışları arasında soyunurken, “Gülsüm biliyor mu bu işi?” diye sordum. Önce cevap vermedi, ama sonra, “Nerden bilsin?” dedi. Sorumdan hoşlanmadığı belliydi.

Çırılçıplak kalırken ara ara bakışları sikime kayıyordu. Çoktan sertleşmiş ve kalkmış olan sikim birazdan onun kıllı, geniş amına girecekti. Yatak örtüsünü ve yorganı açtım, “Hadi gir!” dediğimde Münire Hanım yatağa uzandı. Kocaman, cüsseli vücudu yatağın yarısını kaplamış, devasa memeleri iki yanına sarkmıştı.

Yanına uzandım ve bir şey demesini, yapmasını beklemeden memelerine yumuldum. Etli uçlarını dillemeye, ısırmaya başlarken sağ elimle de alttan kıllı amını okşuyordum. Sık bir çalıyı andıran kılların ortasında amının etli dudaklarını parmak uçlarımla sıkıyor, parmaklarımı amının içine sokup çıkartıyordum.

Münire Hanım yaptıklarıma herhangi bir karşılık vermeden hareketsiz bir halde yatıyordu sadece. Uzun zamandır banyo da yapmıyordu muhtemelen, üzerinden pek de hoş olmayan bir koku geliyordu çünkü. Ancak o azgınlıkla bunu dikkate alacak halim yoktu.

Memelerini dillemeye, yalamaya, ısırmaya devam ediyordum. Kıllı amına dört parmağımı birden sokup çıkartıyor, amını ovalıyordum. Sikim kazık gibi bir haldeydi. Amına girmek için sabırsızlanıyordum, ama biraz daha sabretmek, etinin tadına varmak istiyordum.

Memelerinden sonra boynunu, göğsünü, yanaklarını ve yüzünü öptüm uzun uzun. Münire Hanım aynı bir odun gibi duruyordu yine. En sonunda dayanamayıp, “Senin hoşuna gitmiyor mu?” diye sordum. Şiveli konuşmasıyla, “Sen yapsana, ne edecen beni?” dedi. “Sen de katıl, böyle olmaz, öküz gibi durma!” dedim.

Ağarmış saçlarını okşadım. Gençliğinde güzel bir kadın olduğu belliydi. Alnını öptüm, ardından dudaklarını öpmeye başladım. Etli dudaklarını emdim, dudaklarının üzerinde aynı karımınki gibi siyah tüyler vardı ama Münire Hanımınkiler daha uzundu. Yanaklarında ve çenesinde kısa kalan tüyler bu noktada epey uzundu. Ancak yapacak bir şeyim olmadığından işime devam ettim.

Münire Hanım sözlerim karşısında tepkisiz kalmadı ve sağ elini sırtıma attı. Çıplak sırtımda nasırlı, güçlü elleri dolaşırken önce ürperdim ama sonra hoşuma gitmeye başladı. Koltuk altlarındaki kıllar da uzamıştı, oradan da ter kokuları yükseliyordu. Ancak normal bir ter kokusundan ziyade sanki baharat kokusuna benziyordu. Rahatsız etmeyen bir kokuydu.

Dudaklarını emdim uzun uzun. “Ağzını arala!” deyince bir miktar açtı, oluşan boşluğa dilimi soktum. Münire Hanım şaşırmış gibiydi. Dilim ıslak ve sıcak ağzının içinde geziniyor, dişlerine ve diline dokunuyordu. Ağzından da nahoş bir koku geliyordu. Akşam vakti soğanlı bir yemek yemişti anlaşılan ve soğan kokusunu alıyordum. Bir ara dilim dişlerinin arasında kaldı, dilimin ucunu ısırmıştı, belki heyecandan, belki şaşkınlıkla. Ama canımı yakmaya yeten bir ısırıktı.

“Dikkat et biraz!” deyince, “Az dur hele…” dedi Münire Hanım ve şaşkın bakışlarım arasında ağzını açtı. Elini soktuğu ağzından takma dişlerini çıkardı, dişleri yatağın yanındaki komodinin üzerine bırakırken bakışlarım dişlerin üzerindeydi. İnsanın içini kaldıran bir görüntüydü. İlk defa böyle bir şeyle karşılaşıyordum.

Takma dişler ağzından çıkınca Münire Hanım’ın yanakları içe geçmiş, avurtları çökmüştü. Ağzını yeniden aralarken dilimi tekrar soktum içine. Dişlerinin yerinde şimdi derin bir çukur vardı, dilim diline değiyordu. Dişler çıkınca nahoş koku da azalmıştı.

Yüzünü, yanaklarını, boynunu öptüm, yaladım. Yaşından dolayı yumuşamış, sarkmış boyun etlerini emdim memeleri gibi. Sağ elimse kıllı amını okşamaya devam ediyordu. Dört parmağımla amını deli gibi yoğuruyor, am dudaklarını sıkıyordum. Etli, dolgun kalçalarını okşadım, tüylü karnında gezindi ellerim. Tüylü karnına inat kalçaları karımınkilere benzer şekilde kaymak gibiydi.

Bunlar olurken Münire Hanım’ın eli sırtımda gezinmeye devam ediyordu. Sırtımdan sonra belime attı elini, yavaş yavaş tava geliyordu. Yeniden memelerini emmeye, yalamaya başladım. Meme başlarını, uçlarını yaladım, dilledim. Münire Hanım’ın hoşuna gitmeye başlamıştı artık. Şimdi iki elini sırtımda, belimde gezdiriyor ve güçlü elleriyle beni kendine çekmeye çalışıyordu. Omuz başlarımı öpmeye başlamıştı bu arada. 66 yaşındaki kadın zevk almaya başlamıştı. Onun bu hali, davranışları hoşuma gitti, benim de istediğim buydu.

Artık daha fazla devam edecek halde değildim. “Şu bacaklarını aç!” dediğimde, kalın, güçlü bacaklarını iki yana olabildiğince açtı. Amının etli dudakları kıl yumağının arasında bile belli oluyordu. Bacaklarının arasına girdim ve kalkık sikimi amının kıllarına sürttüm. Karımın amının kısa ve sert kıllarına karşılık Münire Hanım’ın uzun kılları yumuşak kalıyordu. O nedenle hoşuma bile gitti bu kılların içinde sikimi gezdirmem.

Bir süre daha devam ettikten sonra derin ve geniş amına yavaş yavaş sokmaya başladım sikimi. İlk anda hafif bir ürperti gibi gelen soğukluğun ardından yakıcı bir sıcaklık hissettim sikimde. Sikim koca amının içinde kısa bir sürenin sonunda taşaklarıma kadar içindeydi. Değil sikimi, kolumu soksam içine alacak bir amı vardı Münire Hanım’ın.

Bir süre bekledim içinde. Gözlerini gözlerime dikmişti. Ellerim koca memelerinin üzerindeydi. Ağır ağır sikmeye başladım. Kıllı amının içinde sikim çok rahat halde gidip geliyordu. Altımızdaki bazadan derin ve yoğun gıcırtılar gelmeye başlamıştı. Münire Hanım’ın elleri sırtımda ve belimde geziniyordu yine.

Bir süre daha ağır ağır siktikten sonra hızlanmaya başladım. Gıcırtılar artarken kasıklarım ve taşaklarım Münire Hanımın kasıklarına çarpıyor ve şiddetli sesler çıkıyordu. Sikim amının ulaşabildiği en uç noktalara kadar girip çıkıyor, gidip geliyordu. Ama o noktaların da ilerisinde daha derin yerlerin olduğunu biliyordum. Münire Hanım’ın amı derin ve karanlık bir mağara gibiydi, o en dip noktaları şimdiye kadar bir adamın yarağı keşfetmiş miydi acaba? Oraya kadar ulaşan bir yarak yemiş miydi kim bilir?

Artık onu sikmiyor üzerinde tepiniyor gibiydim. Var gücümle pompaladıkça Münire Hanım’ın etli, dolgun vücudu aynı büyüklükte bir güçle beni geri itiyordu sanki. Koca memeleri üzerindeki ellerime rağmen deli gibi sallanıp löpürdüyordu. Bazanın gıcırtıları karımla sikiştiğim zamanlarınkini çok aşan bir haldeydi artık.

Boşalmaya gittikçe yaklaşıyordum. Her yanım uyuşmaya başlamıştı. Sinirlerim çekiliyordu sanki, kalbimin şiddetli atışlarını hissediyordum. Münire Hanımınsa dudaklarındaki belli belirsiz titremeler haricinde verdiği başka bir tepki yoktu. Bir de dişsiz ağzındaki boşlukta hareket ettirdiği dilini dışarı çıkarıyordu ara ara.

Dizlerinden büktüğü kalın ve ağır bacaklarını havaya kaldırdı bir zaman sonra. Pompaladıkça bacaklarının havadaki yaylanması hoşuma gidiyordu. Memelerinden çektiğim ellerimi dizlerinin arkasına attım ve bacaklarını biraz daha kaldırdım havaya.

Bu şekilde daha güçlü bir şekilde sikmeye başladım. Ses patlamaları odanın içinde yankılanıyordu. Memelerinin sallanışlarını önlemek için elleriyle onları kavramıştı, ama buna rağmen bıngıl bıngıl oynuyordu memeleri. Sikimin her bir darbesiyle koca vücudu ileri geri yaylanıyor, kat kat kalınlaşmış yağlı etleri titriyordu.

Derken boşalmaya başladım. Kıllı ve derin amına ne kadar dölüm varsa bıraktım, bırakırken de sokup çıkarmaya devam ettim. Büyük bir enerji boşalması yaşamış gibiydim sikimi amından çıkartırken. Sikimden akan döllerimi amının kıllarına akıttım.

Kalp atışlarım normale dönerken yanına uzandım. Münire Hanım hiçbir şey demeden kalktı ve yerde duran uzun donuyla amının kıllarına bulaşan döllerimi sildi.

Karımı daha önce de aldatmıştım, ama bu gece ilk defa kendi yatağında bir kadını sikmiştim. Ve bu da kiracımın annesine nasip olmuştu. 66 yaşında da olsa bana zevk vermişti Münire Hanım. “Hoşuna gitti mi?” diye sordum. Cevap vermek yerine üzerini giyindi çabucak, komodinin üzerinde duran takma dişlerini alıp taktı.

Tam çıkacakken, “Az bekle!” dedim. Cüzdanımı çıkardım, içinden 20 lira alıp uzattım. Bir paraya bir bana baktı, sonra da parayı alıp avucunun içinde sıktı ve bir şey demeden çıkıp gitti.

Merdivenlerden inerken kapının deliğinden baktım. Selman’ın sesini duydum bu sırada. Yüzünü göremiyordum, ama aşağıda olduğuna emindim. Annesine Arapça bir şeyler söyledi, annesi de ona. Ne dediklerini bilmiyordum elbette.

Münire Hanım Selman’ın dün akşam çıkıp gittiğini ve henüz eve dönmediğini söylemişti. Yalan söylemişti, Selman bu şekilde söylemesini istemişti muhakkak. İyi ama Münire Hanım (İstersen sana karılık ederim…) derken Selman bundan haberdar mıydı? Oğlu borçlarına karşılık annesini mi siktirmişti bana?

Ertesi akşam eve geldim. Münire Hanım’ı beklemeye başladım. Saat dokuza doğru kapıya vuruldu. Açınca Münire Hanım’ı gördüm. İçeri geçti, kendiliğinden yatak odasına geçecekken, “Az dur!” dedim. “Ne oldu?” diyerek bana baktı. “Selman geldi mi?” diye sordum. Münire Hanım, “Yok, Allah onun boyunu devirsin, hangi cehenneme gitti bilmiyorum…” dedi.

“Bana bak, bana yalan söyleme. Dün akşam sen gittikten sonra o pezevengin sesini duydum. Seninle konuştu, Arapça bir şeyler konuştunuz. Seni o mu gönderdi?” dedim. Sözlerim karşısında yüzü pancar gibi kızardı. “Yok beyim, vallah evde değil, sen başkasının sesini duydun herhalde…” dedi, ama yalan söylediği çok belliydi.

“Ağzına sıçarım senin, oğlun sana pezevenklik mi yapıyor lan orospu?” dediğimdeyse, “Tövbe bismillah, o nasıl söz beyim?” dedi bir eliyle ağzını kapatırken. “Bu gece burada kalacaksın, nasılsa karım evde yok. Seni sabaha kadar sikecem, eğer gitmeye kalkarsan ağzına sıçarım!” dedim.

Münire Hanım şaşırmış ve korku dolu gözleriyle bana bakarken onu sabaha kadar sikmenin planlarını yapmaya başlamıştım…

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Eşim geçen ya ölmüştü. Evdeki kıyafetleri almak için kardeşi Sevda akşam bana gelmişti. bir yandan kıyafetlere bakıyordu bir yandan topluyordu. bende yatağa oturup sohbet ediyordum. ben duygulanınca yanıma oturdu. teselli etmek için sarıldı. üzülmememi teski nederken bir yanda yanakalrımdan öptü. bacaklarımı okşamaya başladı. başta herşey normaldi. eli arada ykarı çıktıkça eşofmanın içindeki alete değmeye başladı. baksırın kenarında alet bacağa doğru uzarken eşofma nüsütnden sevda okşamaya devam etti. beni sırt üstü yatırdı ve alete doğru eğildi. kendini bana bırak dedi. şaşkındım. elini eşofmanın içine sokup aleti çıkarttı ve emmeye başladı. yüzüme tişört koydu. onu hayal et dedi. sakso sevdiğini biliyorum Lale söylemişti dedi. ve aleti emmeye başladı. güzel emiyordu. arada dili ile bodan boya yalayıp sonra tekrar ağzına alıyordu. taşşakları avuçlayıp beni iyice azdırdı. boşalıyorum deyince eşimin aksine ağzını çekmedi ve ne var ne yok yuttu. şaşırmıştım. emmeye devam etti ve aleti dik tuttu. tişörtün altından ona bakıyordum. pantolonunu ve külodu çıkartıp aleti amına sokarak oturdu. götünü çevirip amında aleti gezdiriken tişört ve sütyenide çıkarttı. küçük memesi vardıama dikti.elimi aldı memesinin üstüne koydu. o aşağı yukarı hareketlerle amını siktirirken bende memesini avuçluyordum. tişöetü kaldırıp pnu seyretmeye başladım. titreyerek boşaldı. üstümden indirip köpek pozisyonuna getirdi. gör küçüktü. artadan daracık götü izleye izleye siktim. ben vurdukça o inliyordu. amıma boşalma dedi. boşalacakken aleti ağzına verip boşaldım. akanalrı toplayıp yurru. alet idili iel temizledi. yatağa uzandık. rahatladın mı dedi. evet dedim. yanağımdan öpüp Lale ile seni konuşurduk dedi. aslında hep sana siktirmek istedim ama kardeşimle evli idin. bende evliydim dedi. ben artık evli değilim dedim. sende dulsun. kocasından ayrılmıştı. istediğin zaman gel.dudakalrıam yapıştı öpmeye başladı. Amımı yalar mısın dedi. peki dedim. bacaklarının arasına geçip amını emmeye başladım. bir yandan da parmaklıyordum. bir parmağın ıda göre sokmaya başladım. ses etmedi. götü dardı. 2 parmak sor giriyordu. amını yalarken boşladı. çevirip yüzüstü yatırdım. göt deliğini türkürükleyip hazırladım. aleti sokarken acısa da dişini sıkıyordu. yavaş yavaş girdi göte. gözlerinden yaş geldi. git gellerle alışana kadar acı iel inledi sorna zevke dönüştü. götüne artık rahat rahat giriyordum. 10 dakka götü sikip boşaldım. beraber rahatlamıştık. eşyaları toplamıştı zaten. gitmem lazım deyip toparlandı. araba ile onu eve kadar bıraktım. yol boyunca eli alette gittik.

aradan 1 hafta geçmiştiki kapı çaldı. gelen Sevda idi. kapıyı kapatır kapatmaz dudaklarıma daldı. kapının önünde öpe öpe onu soydum ve vestiyere karşı domalttım. amına alete soktum. aynada onu izleyerek sikmeye başalım. içime boşal korunuyorum artık dedi. ben amını sularken oda boşalıyordu. odaya geçtik ben yatağa uzandım o aleti emmeye başladı aleti tekrar kaldırdı ve üstüne oturdu. götü ban dönüktü. götü sallaya sallaya siktirdi kendini. sonra aleti götüne yerleştirdi yavaş yavaş oturup hepsini içine aldı. götü siktirirken patladım. aletin kenarlarından meniler sızdı. döndü onalrı yalayıp temizledi. akşam kadar seviştik.

Bayramda eski kaynanaya gittim. Sevda da evdeydi tabi. kaynata çokta n ölmüştü. Sevda mini bir etek ve askılı giymişti. kaynanaya çaktırmadan eğilip arada götünü arada memesini gösterip beni azdırıyordu. kaynana bir ara WC ye gitti. daha kapı kapanmıştı ki aleti çıkarttım gel buraya dedim . hemen boşalt beni. nnem dedi. çabuk gel dedim..sevda önümde diz çöktü ve aleti emmeye başladı. hızlı hızlı emerek boşalttı. o su içmeye giderken kaynanada çıkıyordu. Sevda sofra kurmak için mutfakta salata yaparken kaynana ekmek yok alayım dedi. dışarı çıktı. hemen mutfağa geçtim. Sevdanın arkasına geçip eteği kaldırdım. itiraz etmiyordu. külodu sıyrıp ıslanmış amına sokmaya başladım. bıçağı bıraktı iyice domaldı. Zevkten kudurmuştu. aleti amdan çıkartıp göte sokarken dişlerini sıktı. acısa da dinlemedim. acele acele götü siktim. boşaldığımda oda boşlamıştı. toparlandık. bir süre sonra kaynana geldi zaten. yemek yiyip çıktım.

arada beni ziyarete geldikçe siktim. ikimizde hayatımızda memnunduk. başka sevgililerimiz olsa da arada buluşu sevişiyorduk.

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May 5th

I haven’t had sex in over a month. I’m getting desperate. I’ve even considered calling some of my old boyfriends. Luckily Erin was here to prevent that disaster. How pathetic can I get? I can’t believe I’m finishing up my four years of college and I haven’t found Mr. Right yet. When I was in high school I thought I’d be planning my wedding by now, not calling a thick eight inch piece of vibrating rubber “My hot date” on a Friday night.

At least I haven’t reduced myself to calling Jason, although sometimes his claim that it was just one mistake sounds plausible. What am I saying? “One time,” what a load of shit, I knew his rep before I started seeing him, Mr. “One Night Wonder.” Hell almost half of my sisters had slept with him. How foolish could I be? Never believe a guy when he says he’s going to change.

But I need some dick soooo bad right now. Tomorrow night I’m hooking up for sure. I already told Erin, its been long enough.

May 7th

Last night was crazy. I went out with Erin and Marie. Erin looked gorgeous as always. I know some of the girls in the sorority talk about her behind her back, but that’s just because they’re jealous. Who cares if she had a boob job? I know some of the other girls who have also had plastic surgery and nobody says anything about them.

It is a little intimidating going out with Erin especially now that her perfect hourglass figure attracts so much attention. But I still tease her that as the blonde I manage to turn more heads then she does. Anyways my tits may not be as large as Erin’s, but they certainly aren’t small. Out on the town we’re every male’s fantasy, two hot sorority sisters. Every once in a while when we get bored (and drunk) at a party we’ll kiss, guys love it, they’re so simple.

Marie is a real sweetheart. She’s a cutie who could be just as hot as Erin and me (okay maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement), but she always dresses conservatively. I bet that if she wasn’t with Tim these past three years she would have really exposed her wild side as well. Then again I guess it works out for me since she’s always willing to play the mom.

We left about ten thirty to go to McGundy’s, its always the best place to start on a Friday night. It was packed by the time we got there, luckily Lou was there to let us in without standing in line, since the other bouncers are all pissed off that neither of us will go out with them. Lou knows the deal; just because we flirt doesn’t mean we’re actually interested, I thought all bouncers knew that.

I’ve heard people, girls and guys, talk shit behind my back because they think I’m stuck up and look down upon everyone else. Just because I don’t talk to every drunken idiot that comes up to drool all over me, doesn’t mean I’m stuck up. And any guy who claims that he just wants to be friends is either gay or trying to work the friendship angle to weasel his way into my pants, either way he’s not suckering me. I know some of my sisters are such sluts that they’ll fuck anybody who buys them a drink, but I’m not one of them.

A couple of Sigma guys bought us our first couple of shots and drinks, which is all it took to get me buzzed since we pre-partied before we left. Mike and Oliver fit the frat boy mold. At least Oliver knows he has no chance with us. Not to be mean but he’s the token fat guy who gets sloppy drunk and everyone laughs at, but he’s a real sweetheart. And at least he’s entertaining which is more than I can say for most guys.

After about an hour we left to go to The Stage, a hip bar/club where there’s usually some real hotties. Erin and I quickly scanned the crowd, positioning ourselves near the ones that most stood out. Two of them came up to us and without any cheesy lines offered to buy us a couple of drinks. Erin started talking to the better looking, but obviously overly confident one, Rich (exactly her type), while his cute friend, Alex, talked to Marie and me.

He was tall with short black hair, neatly kept in place in that teased style intended to look wild, but actually quite manicured. He had high cheekbones, and a generally sculpted face, he had probably been a star high school baseball or football player. I could easily see him as the affable quarterback, his arm around a homecoming queen like me.

It was also evident that Alex, despite his good looks, was a typical nice guy, but a nice guy wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. I kept giving him strong signals, grasping his arm to draw us together, placing my hand on his chest as if I had to brace myself to keep from falling from laughter at one of his witty remarks, and always maintaining eye contact with his deep brown eyes. Its so irritating having to make all the first moves. Why do nice guys have to be such pussies?

Then again I thought maybe he wasn’t interested. Despite my efforts to make it a one on one conversation he persistently asked Marie questions to keep her involved. As the conversation dragged on I got tired of offering myself up, pendik escort and began scanning the crowd again. I think Alex noticed my detachment and I sensed a depression in his spirits as I eased out of the conversation and allowed Marie to be entertained by him. Another night maybe, but this night I had a plan in mind, and it involved a little more than exchanging phone numbers.

When I saw Victor I had two thoughts go through my mind, “What a jerk,” and, “What a cock.” The latter gem gave me a rush. Just imaging that monster hidden in those slacks made me wet. I was glad I didn’t wear any panties, it would have been a pain for him to take off before he fucked me in the bathroom.

Victor is legendary for three things: his aforementioned cock, his skill in using it, and the complete asshole he is outside the bed. Erin had a fling with him six months ago. He was hell bent on getting both of us in the same bed together. He even suggested it the first night they hooked up. The first couple of times it was funny, but after two weeks it went beyond simply being annoying, especially for me since I wasn’t getting any of the benefits just the persistent pestering. He even walked out in the living room naked once, claiming it was accidental, but swinging his fleshy dick around so I could catch all its finer points.

Too bad I couldn’t have transferred his penis to someone who deserved it. Then again I’ve discovered that large dicks simply make a guy cocky. They seem to have this belief that they’re depriving the world if they don’t share it with as many women as possible. I’ll take a sweet six over a straying nine any day.

But I wasn’t looking for a keeper tonight. Victor was talking to a couple of buddies when he caught me out of the corner of his eyes strutting over to him. He instantly went into his seducer demeanor, acting cool and relaxed as I walked up to him. He sleazily eyed my body up and down before resting on my eyes and giving me his cheesy smile. But jesus he looked so sexy at that moment, the slick backed hair, the broad chest, and bulging biceps. My mind was set, my pussy already emitting heat. “Just don’t say anything stupid,” was the idea that floated in the back of my head.

This is roughly what he said after I gave him a hello hug in which he squeezed me close, “Hey Katie, right (he actually said this as if he didn’t know my name, but damn did it not make me want him more), how are you doing?”

“I’m good, what about you?”

“Better now that I’ve seen you.”

“Oh really,” I coquettishly replied.

“You look so amazing in that outfit,” he then leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I bet your not wearing anything under that dress,” he moved back and added, “Am I right?”

I gave him a flirty naughty boy look, but didn’t answer his question, “Is that how you always start off a conversation?”

“You can ask me the same I don’t mind.”

“You’re so nasty,” I playfully slapped his arm.

“How ’bout you check?” he said with a smile as he drew me closer to him with a hand on my waist and using the bar to create some privacy he grasped my wrist and led my willing hand to his lap. I could feel his huge cock awaken with my touch. Not even hard it was probably bigger than some guys.

“But how can I tell through your pants,” I seductively asked before unzipping his fly and slipping my hand into his pants immediately grasping his enlarging phallus as he gasped with my initial touch. I could just get my hand around it and it wasn’t even fully erect. I felt a tingle between my legs just holding it. “I guess your not.”

“I think somebody else here is the nasty one.”

“Wait till you get me in bed,” I offered before leaning over and kissing him. He had full delicious lips, but I pulled away when he jammed his tongue into my mouth, “Not so fast, buy me a drink first.” I was going to be easy, but not that easy.

“Order them and I’ll be right back to pay,” he said before heading over to his friends, no doubt to brag about his pick up. I could have cared less as I still had his better qualities on my mind while I ordered an apple martini and whisky sour.

Just as the bartender was serving the drinks he pressed in behind me rubbing his package against my backside telling the bartender to add it to his tab. He deftly moved the hair from the right side of my face and neck as he used his lips to taste my neck trailing his tongue expertly up to my ear before sucking on my earlobe, all of which felt electrifying as I shut my eyes in response.

Realizing he had full control of me he whispered into my ear, “You never answered my question maybe I should see for myself,” he pressed me close to the high bar and slipped a hand down my stomach and under the top of my skirt. I let out a soft gasp as he lightly tickled my outer lips with his middle finger, before palming my naked pussy with his whole hand. He pressed another finger slightly in as he drew his hand back up and out of my skirt and brought it to his maltepe escort mouth moaning slightly in approval as he tasted it, “I think its ready.” I turned around so I could kiss him hungrily darting my tongue in as deeply as his.

“Back to my place?” he confidently asked.

“Sure, let me just tell my friends,” I said giving him another short kiss as I moved to leave.

“How ’bout you ask your friend Erin to come along,” I froze, just what I was fearing.

“Maybe not,” I blankly said hoping he would drop it.

“C’mon the two of you together would be hot. I know you’re up for it. I got enough for both of you,” he added almost causing me to shiver. Even this all revved up I couldn’t accept that.

“Are you serious?” I angrily asked giving him one last chance.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell anybody,” he continued.

“You’re such a pig,” I was irritated by him being asshole and by how close I’d come to fucking him.

“Don’t act all proper, you were about to blow me right here a second ago,” he replied to my disbelief.

“Fuck you,” I told him off as I walked away.

“Fuck you! You dirty tramp,” he gentlemanly bid adieu.

Pissed off I found Marie who was talking to one of her girlfriends she must have bumped into. She told me Erin was still dancing with the first guy we met, Rich. I told her I was fed up and leaving. She asked what was wrong, but I just said I was tired, and despite her attempts to get me to stay I walked away towards the entrance.

I walked past Alex who was chatting with some cute little brunette, “probably more his type,” I thought. When I got outside I heard someone call out my name. I turned back to see Alex rushing to catch up to me.

“Hey Katie wait!”

“Yes, can I help you?” I greeted him sourly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he recoiled at my words, “I just wanted to maybe get your number, if that’s possible.”

“So you can add it to that other girl’s,” I snapped back.

“She’s just…” he started, “You’re right, sorry to bother you,” he dejectedly replied starting to turn around.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I’m just in a bad mood,” I responded feeling bad about the bitchy way I treated him.

“No need to apologize, you probably have a hundred guys ask you for your number.”

“Its not that, I just got out of a relationship and I’m not looking for another one.”

“I understand no need to explain,” he said turning around once again.

“Hey, can you wait with me until I get a cab?” I asked suddenly very interested in him again. He was so cute; in fact he was way better looking than that arrogant prick inside.

“Sure, no problem,” he eagerly replied heading back towards me.

“Night didn’t go as planned?” he asked.

“I met a cute guy, but he never made a move,” I smiled into his face to make sure he got the message.

“He must be a real idiot if he let you slip away,” he joked indicating he had caught the hint. “You look cold, do you want my jacket?”

I wasn’t cold, my blood still flowing from my temper flaring, but I recognized the nice guy line and encouraged him some more, “How about you keep me warm,” I offered stepping close to him allowing him to wrap his arms around me and rub my arms. Maybe I wouldn’t be going home alone after all.

“Your hands feel so good,” I purred.

“Your skin’s so soft and you smell so good. What’s that amazing perfume?” he said nuzzling his face into my neck.

“Nothing special,” I lied about my seventy-five dollar perfume.

“Then it must be you,” he sweetly said as he gave me a gentle kiss right at the base of my neck. Again I purred and leaned into him. “How about I give you a ride home in my car?” he asked finally taking some imitative.

I turned around to face him bringing my hands up to his neck, “Can I trust you?” I playfully answered.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he responded kissing my fully on the lips. I melted into the kiss with him, so much more tender than Victor, so much more pleasant. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Lead the way,” I responded allowing him to take my hand and lead me to his car parked about two blocks down.

It was a big Lincoln Navigator with completely tinted rear windows. “This is a really nice car.”

“Thanks,” he replied as he opened the door for me.

I opened one of the rear doors instead, “How about you give me the tour,” I mischievously asked drawing him inside his backseat.

Inside he shut the door and quickly moved upon me. I aggressively answered back locking my lips against his. I broke the kiss and then stuck out my tongue to lick his lips. He responded perfectly allowing me to complete the move before responding with his own kiss, smoothly sliding his tongue into my mouth. He caught the rhythm of my kiss almost instantaneously as our tongues intertwined. He wasn’t sloppy at all as he broke from my lips and drew it down my neck slowly until he reached my collarbone, which he gave a sucking kiss. It felt amazing, he ignited kartal escort my entire body from head to toe, but I still had one goal in mind. I gave him a strong hint by stroking my hand against the outline of his engorged penis. With just a few light strokes I could feel it straining against its clothing. Both of us needed it to be released so I unbuckled his belt and opened up his pants.

He stopped me before I could finish the job lifting me powerfully with his strong hands onto his lap. I was afraid he was trying to delay, but he made it clear that he was just eager to taste my sensitive nipples as he roughly tugged the top of my top down exposing my full breast. He immediately sucked in one aching nipple, tweaking the other one with his right hand. Just this initial contact was getting me off, I started grinding into his lap in response to his tongue working magic on my chest. He switched breasts palming the other one firmly. Every inch of my skin felt a sexual charge and the rougher he squeezed my tits or cupped my rear the better it felt.

I kept grinding against him feeling him buck slightly up in harmony with my movements. My throbbing pussy had to get closer, so I lifted my skirt up over my hips allowing my naked pussy lips to make full contact with his clothed bulging cock.

“It feels so good,” I moaned out as I grinded harder into him. I grabbed his head between my hands and tilted his face up so I could kiss him once again. I was frantic in my drive, giving up my rushing hands’ attempts to unbutton his shirt to rip it open like a wild animal. Buttons flying I buried my head in his toned chest, scratching his side with my fingernails. He gave a moan mixed with pain as I bit his nipple. Not worried about his reaction I bit the other one as well. He seemed to love it from the eager way in which he rubbed his groin into me.

Our dry humping was throwing me over the top. I could feel wetness on his lap already from the juices seeping out of my swollen pussy. Both his hands were palming my cheeks gripping hard as we gyrated against one another. I needed penetration, so I grasped one of his hands and urgently directed in-between my legs. I gasped from the pressure of both our hands against my wet lips. I continued to press his hand firmly into me until he slid a finger up inside, which alone caused me to buck my hips and give a deep moan, “I need it so bad.”

I withdrew my hand as he probed my wet velvet with two fingers curling them up to the roof of my pussy, pressing the spot that pushed me over. I braced myself by grasping his shoulders digging my nails into him as he began working his fingers in and out, “Keep going, keep going,” I urged him on as he worked me to the threshold. I fell completely against him as he withdrew his fingers kissing my neck as he did so.

“I’m almost there, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged. But he had other plans lifting me up again with his strong hands and placing me next to him before lifting up his hips to lower his pants. His throbbing cock sprung up and I instantly placed my hand upon it, stroking its length, admiring it with my hand and feasting it with my eyes. It had a good thickness to it, but wasn’t anymore than average, but at that moment he could have pulled out a four-inch dick and it would have looked like the most beautiful thing on earth.

I jumped up onto his lap. He took control of my hips as I hovered above him using my left hand to hold his cock in place as I impaled myself on it. I almost came right after his head entered me. I closed my eyes in bliss as allowed the shaft to slide all the way into me. Sensing I was on the brink he dispatched with any thought of gradually building a rhythm as he forcefully pushed inside of me repeatedly, rapidly making me cum as my whole body erupted. I hope no one was walking by because I let out a scream filled with a whole month’s worth of pent up sexual frustration. Everything stopped for a second as the orgasm ripped through my body.

He began to slow down, but I wanted more, I needed more, “don’t stop, don’t stop,” begged once again. He responded by bucking his hips even harder, as I rode him at a galloping pace forcing him to keep up with my grinding hips. He buried his face in my breasts as he began moaning himself. I could tell it was too much for him to last much longer, but I didn’t care I was craving the feel of his seed shooting inside of me. Just the idea made me ride him harder until I felt him clench up trying to hold off.

“Don’t wait, let me have it,” and with that he released his hold shooting his warm cum into my awaiting pussy. He let out a gasp as he came, both of us sweating from the uninhibited action. I ran my fingers through his moist hair as we relaxed, his cock still tickling me inside as it slackened.

“You’re amazing,” he moaned.

“I needed that so bad,” I confessed kissing his lips tenderly we slumped against the seat. “I can’t wait to get you home,” I audibly mouthed as we broke our kiss.

“You’re going to wear me out,” he responded smiling.

“You’d better believe it,” I smiled back at him.

“Unless I tire you out first.”

“That’s not likely.”

“I’m sure going have fun trying,” he finished kissing me enthusiastically.

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[Many thanks to my volunteer editor, LadyVer, whose considerable investment of time made this a much better story.]

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Most people reading this story only know a world where limitless amounts of erotica and pornography are merely a mouse click away, and most of it for free. The concept of going on a date to see a skin flick in a theater doesn’t even exist today.

In the late 1960s, movies were still fairly conservative although scenes with nudity and simulated sex began appearing in films other than foreign art house releases. My story takes place during what is now seen as a transition period: roughly between the Best Picture Oscar being awarded to the then X-rated mainstream filmMidnight Cowboy in 1970 and the release ofDeep Throat and other porno chic titles in 1972.

It’s the story of how I found myself on a first date with Sheila, a woman I barely knew, watching a film with non-simulated sex acts. Real sex, between a man and a woman, up there on the screen.

Fans of the movieTaxi Driver would jump in here and say everyone knows what happened when Travis Bickle (Robert De Niro) tried to take Betsy (Cybill Shepherd) to a Times Square porno movie on their first date. She abruptly stomps out of the theater as soon as she sees the lewd images on the screen. But keep in mind,Taxi Driver wasn’t released until more than five years after the time of my story. I just didn’t know any better.

I’ve called my story “Sometime Sweet Sheila” as an homage to one of the movies that Travis and Betsy never got to see:Sometime Sweet Susan. (The one they saw about ten seconds of wasSwedish Marriage Manual.)

* * *

It was the third time I’d hung up the phone before dialing the last number. What a coward I was. I’d never been comfortable calling a woman for a date. Even ones I had already gone out with before. The fear of rejection was overpowering.

At that point in my life, I had phoned quite a few women socially; so it should have been easy. Only a few disappointments over the years: several rejections, a few broken dates—nothing too damaging to my psyche. It still gave me intense anxiety, though.

Sheila Clarke. I stared at the little scrap of paper she had given me two days ago in City Park. Was this actually her phone number? That trick had been pulled on me before.

I appreciated what an easy time I’d had during the years I was in college. Women were everywhere—easy to meet, easy to find shared interests. Asking them out face to face wasn’t a problem since it was usually someone I already knew from a class or a school activity. Or I had friends in common that eased the way.

That privilege had expired.

I was surprised at how quickly I felt like an outsider on campus after I picked up my diploma. Almost like an inmate hanging around the prison after his sentence was up. I had little experience trying to meet women out in the real world, except for my many fruitless attempts at City Park.

I had regularly visited the park with my buddies while we were at school. We’d wander around, trying to chat up groups of women we didn’t know. Offer them some weed to smoke or try to invite them back to our place. For all the times we went there, nothing much ever came from it in the way of long-term relationships; but it was fun anyway.

This was the first time I’d gotten a woman’s phone number from any of those visits. I was shy and risk averse, and normally I would never have had the nerve to ask out someone like Sheila.

Here’s what happened that day.

* * *

There were five of us who walked up to where Sheila and her three friends were sitting. The pretty boy of our group, Steven, wasn’t with us that day. He had gone to the lake with a gal he’d met recently, so it felt odd not to be in his shadow. Sheila was more attractive than the women I usually felt comfortable pursuing. Steven would have made a beeline pendik escort for her had he been there, so the rest of us were unsure of how to handle ourselves without his grabbing the cutest one by default.

We were invited to join them, but none of us chose to sit next to Sheila. Her body language seemed uneasy when her friends asked us to sit down, and no one was bold enough to come onto her right away. That was Steven’s job.

The other three were easygoing and talkative. It wasn’t long before we were all laughing and acting silly. Except for Sheila. She’d occasionally join in the conversation, but she seemed timid and unsure of herself. I’m always on the lookout for interesting, tell-tale signs when I meet new people. She intrigued me.

Sheila was attractive; but her friends were less so, which stood out. Women usually keep a tight range of prettiness among a group of friends. I had my eye on one or two of the other ones that were more typical of the kind I usually dated. But I couldn’t figure out where Sheila fit in with that bunch.

I made some superficial observations about her friends. Tina had big boobs that her bra was struggling to contain behind her tank top. Linda was braless under a peasant blouse with a loose front that gave anyone a full view, nipples and all, each time she leaned over—which was often. Pam had on the least amount of clothing: a tiny leather halter top, that looked like it was half of a bikini swimsuit, and very short cut-offs.

A gauzy, colorful skirt revealed Sheila’s shapely long legs, but her demure blouse looked like something my mother would wear. She was definitely a tall woman. I wondered if she had played volleyball or basketball in school. She had nice muscle tone, but she didn’t seem all that comfortable in her own body. Her toenails were painted a soft shade of lavender, and a pair of Dr. Scholl’s sandals were sitting off to the side. Sheila’s large blue eyes peered out from the mane of blonde hair that swept past her brow on one side.

We broke out the jug wine hidden in a knapsack and filled Dixie cups for everyone. A joint made its way around the circle. Things got a lot friendlier and funnier after a few tokes and the second jug of wine was opened.

A sudden, uncharacteristic burst of bravado came over me. I got up and moved next to Sheila. Since Steven wasn’t around, I figured why not me?

I used the old salesman’s trick of asking questions and trying to get her to talk about herself. It was hard to keep the conversation going.

Sheila had just finished her freshman year at a cross-town college. Like most students her age, she didn’t know what she wanted to major in. She seemed reticent and shy, but I tried drawing her into the main conversation. I wondered if she was one of those attractive women that somehow thought otherwise when they looked in a mirror. Or maybe one that didn’t get asked out that much because guys were afraid to approach her.

Once the pot and wine had loosened everyone up, the group got rowdier. Tina and Pam initiated a version of the Twenty Questions game that seemed likely to make each player the butt of ridicule by everyone else. A team would come up with the most embarrassing thing about one of their players that he or she wouldn’t want the other side to know. It was the men against the women.

Since there were more guys than gals, our group started the game. I drew the short straw, so the other four guys came up with a fact I never would have revealed voluntarily. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that they picked something sexual. Linda actually figured it out. I was the last one to lose my virginity. In a way, some of the questions were more embarrassing than the actual secret. I was a pretty good sport about it—after all, it got them talking about my sex life.

As the victim, I got to pick the next person who was “it”; I chose maltepe escort Tina. I wanted to learn more about Sheila, but she hadn’t been an active participant in the first round. I wondered if she dreaded what we were going to find out about her.

Tina’s secret turned out to be the time she was at a backyard party, and an unexpected rainstorm caused her white shorts to leave little to the imagination about the abundance of dark hair between her legs. I’m sure it must have been traumatic at the time, but she seemed to revel in a bunch of new guys hearing about it.

Inevitably, we got around to Sheila. We were getting warm as we used up our guesses. It had something to do with topless sunbathing. I thought for sure it involved some unwanted creep getting an eyeful, but it wasn’t that. Even though we never got it right, Pam blurted out the secret anyway: Sheila is the only one who comes back from the topless beach with tan lines.

Roars of laughter all around—except from Sheila. She seemed genuinely mortified. Actually, some of the wrong guesses earlier had produced a fair amount of discomfort on her part, too. Sheila blushed profusely and lowered her head. I could see where joking about being on the itty bitty titty committee might be fair game among a group of female friends. But to highlight that in front of five guys she just met? It seemed wrong.

The laughter trailed off. Linda pointed to Mickey, the last guy in the game, and ordered us to start working on a juicy secret. I turned to see Sheila gazing up at the sky, blinking back a tear, and trying to take deep breaths. I leaned over and squeezed her hand. She looked at me with gratitude. I spoke as softly as I could.

“They should have picked a different secret. That wasn’t right.”

Her blue eyes thanked me silently. They seemed even bigger than before.

The last round of the game quickly lurched off into another direction when the women found out that Mickey had dated his stepsister. I knew it wasn’t technically his stepsister. His mother had been divorced before she met Mickey’s dad. It was the daughter of this ex-husband’s second wife—no actual blood relation. A lively debate ensued nonetheless: when is close too close?

I was still holding Sheila’s hand when I told her I wanted to see her again. “Maybe we could go see a movie?”

She smiled. “I’d like that. Here, I’ll write down my number.”

“I can find out what’s opening next weekend and give you a call. Are you free on Friday?”

“Sure. Here’s my phone and address.”

I took the slip of paper and recited her full name. I extended my hand. “Hayward. James Hayward. Very pleased to meet you, Ms. Clarke.”

The wine and pot had both run out. The parlor game had reached its conclusion. The guys all got ready to leave. I didn’t see any other numbers exchanged; perhaps I missed it while talking to Sheila. Before getting up, I placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. “I’m looking forward to Friday, madam.”

Sheila laughed at the anachronistic but chivalrous gesture. “And I as well, Mr. Hayward.”

I figured some Jane Austen era manners never hurt, even in jest. We bid the group farewell and headed home. I put the slip of paper in a safe place.

* * *

I need to come clean on something.

Yes, I was nervous about calling Sheila for a date, but what really caused me to hang up three times already was something else.

In addition to the usual mainstream Hollywood movies we could go see, I was thinking about asking her to see a dirty movie. Not some harmless, bare boobs, nudie-cutie Russ Meyer film. And not some moody, foreign language film with subtitles and brief, simulated sex scenes between marginally attractive people. No, this was a precedent-shattering underground movie that was rumored to show couples having actual unclothed sexual intercourse. And lots of other kartal escort things as well.

What possessed me to consider asking a woman whom I hardly knew to see a film like that? And someone who wasn’t that easy to talk to and whose personality was enigmatic and difficult to read. And how did I know about this very hush-hush cinematic offering anyway?

Let me explain.

All of our group were eager consumers of any movie that had sex in it. Our college town was large enough to have an art house cinema that played all the major foreign films. A watershed film of that era wasBlowup by Michelangelo Antonioni. It featured simulated intercourse, a female character baring her breasts to seduce the male lead, and a raucous nude romp between the male lead and two young women, shocking the audience with a brief display of full frontal nudity (female, of course).

At the opposite end of the spectrum of acceptability were the sexploitation films shown in seedy theaters or drive-ins. Some were fairly innocent movies that featured topless women in comedic sexual situations. And there were the sleazier ones that had lurid content like women in prison, biker gangs, horror, and revenge crime—and lots of violence along with the sex.

Since the late 1960s were an era of experimentation and anything goes, we saw films of every type. A lot of the time girlfriends or dates came right along, too. It wasn’t that unusual. One of the more popular naughty movies of that era wasThe Stewardesses: 3-D. Yes, an X-rated 3-D movie years after the original 3-D craze had died down. However, it was still simulated sex.

It was a phone call from an old friend, Barry, who rang me the day before my visit to City Park. Barry was a buddy of mine from high school whom I still kept in touch with. He had interned for the film critic at theEvening Bulletin newspaper while an undergraduate at Temple University. Now he was a cub reporter in the arts and leisure section. He had some important news he’d heard from his boss.

“James, you and your college buddies are the only ones I can talk to about this. Remember last year when we made that road trip up to New York to seeI Am Curious (Yellow)?”

“How could I possibly forget that? AndInga, too.”

“Oh, yes. Marie Liljedahl inInga! That’s kind of why I’m calling. There are two new movies opening in your town next weekend. My boss says they both show actual sex: a man and a woman fucking—naked! And blow jobs, everything.”

“No way! I thought that was against the law.”

“There’s a loophole now. As long as the film can be considered educational, you can show a lot more than you could before. They call them marriage manual films. They show people how to fuck, different positions, oral—”

“How can this be possible?”

“Some court ruling in a trial where they were trying to proveI Am Curious (Yellow) was obscene. It opened up an opportunity for harder stuff—almost like stag films. Some of the sexploitation producers jumped right on it. Have you got a pencil to write this down?”

Barry told me the film titles. I’ve long since forgotten them, but my research tells me they would have come from this group of four:Man and Wife,He but he was tall, muscular, and had a lot of charisma. He was jovial and friendly, an easygoing guy. I had my fingers crossed that Debbie would find him acceptable once they met.

I’d been on a few disastrous blind dates. I always tried to act like a gentleman, to be polite and courteous when the woman wasn’t to my liking. But I’d had a few where my date acted otherwise, sulking the whole night because I didn’t meet her expectations. It wouldn’t be a problem with Nick if Debbie was homely, or even if she shunned him. He could roll with just about anything. Since Sheila’s beauty was out of place in the group I met in the park, I couldn’t predict what Debbie would look like.

* * *

That Friday night, Nick and I were standing around in the living room of our apartment. It felt surreal. Two guys nervously awaiting the arrival of their female companions for the evening. Both of them first dates and one of them a blind date.

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The shrill ring of his mobile phone startled him.

He opened his eyes and rolled over, fumbling for the annoying interruption to one of his favorite dreams.

“That’s a place I won’t be able to get back to for a while.” he grumbled as he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen. Two pieces of information were displayed. One, the time, stating it was 2:30am, on a Monday morning no less. Great, five hours till work. The second was much more intriguing… It was the Caller ID – Kate.

He hesitated at the name on the screen. Kate was his best friend of more than eleven years, and he had last seen her under a wet and moonlit sky, saying goodbye. She was leaving on a whirlwind trip of London, followed by almost two years of service as a masseuse aboard a luxury cruise liner. It had been terrible weather that night, and they had spent most of the evening in the car, talking loudly to each other so as to be heard over the rain. The thunder had eased and Kate had unexpectedly jumped out of the car, racing away from him towards the middle of the car park. She stopped, already soaked through, and turned to him. He would never forget those next few minutes.

Kate was incredibly striking, she always had been. Her blonde hair was always well groomed and framed her face delicately. Her blue eyes had a piercing gaze that could melt even the most stalwart of men (and some women, although that’s a story for another time) and her figure made you want to grab hold. They had known each other for a lifetime, and he had fallen for her long ago. He had never told her, for fear of losing her altogether, but always was there for her, whenever she needed him. And she needed him now.

She stood, wet to the core, and beckoned for him to join her. It was a simple gesture, a flick of a wrist at most, but it made him come running. The rain chilled him instantly, and, bracing himself against the cold, he strode across the deserted car park toward her. He closed the gap between them, but stopped short, about a foot away from her. She was on the verge of tears.

“I’m scared.”

He almost didn’t hear her. The rain had picked up and whipped her blonde locks across her face. Her bottom lip trembled slightly, either because of the cold, or because of what she had said. Maybe even a little of both. When she became worried, or lost, or scared, he had always seemed to know how to calm her. And he did what he always did. He opened his arms, an offered a warm and welcome embrace.

She bridged the gap between them instantly, folding his arms around her so that she was safe, protected, secure. She buried her face in his chest and he could feel her body shake as she let out little sobs. He gently placed a hand on her head, and held her close.

“What are you scared of, Kate?”

She looked up at him, her azure gaze penetrating deeply into his dark brown eyes.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen while I’m away.” She began, “Everything will be different when I come back. Even you.”

The statement hit home for him. He had considered that maybe they would never be what he wanted them to be, and that, while Kate was abroad, he would find someone special. But he hadn’t considered that Kate had been thinking about that, too.

“I’ll never change, pendik escort Kate. I’ll always be here for you. You know that.”

She squeezed him as he said it. She found comfort in his words, weather he meant them or not, but he felt sincere.

“Kate…?” He faltered. Was he really about to tell her how he felt? Now, of all times, when she was about to leave for the opposite side of the planet? Would he get a better opportunity? Probably not. He lifted her chin gently, taking his time, pacing himself. Then, cautiously, deliberately and very delicately, he uttered three simple words.

“I love you.”

He tilted his head to hers, and their lips met. She smelled amazing, even in the rain. And a crack of thunder and lightning illuminated the scene in spectacular fashion. Much to his delight, he found her kissing him back. A gentle nudge against his lips made him part them slightly as her tongue pleasantly found it’s way against his own. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but it would be the kiss he measured every other in his life against. When he broke the passionate embrace, she smiled up at him, warmly.

“Thank you.” She said, knowingly, “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

Their evening was almost uneventful after that. They continued to talk as though nothing had happened, although they held each other for the remainder of the night. He kissed her goodnight, and then, early the next morning, she flew out of his life for the next two years.

That had been eight months ago.

While they had swapped emails and discussed the details of her trip, they had never discussed that night. But now, here, at 2:30am in the morning, she was calling him direct from wherever she was on the other side of the world.

He answered the call. “Hello, Kate.”

“Oh my God! It’s so good to hear your voice, I missed you so much!” She was crying.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, just homesick, I guess, and I’ve been drinking, and I miss you and everyone back home, and I’m just feeling lost.”

“Surely working on a luxury cruise liner can’t be that bad.” he offered.

“You don’t understand. I have no one.”

“What are you talking about, you’ve got me, you know that.”

“Yes, but you’re all the way back home in Melbourne…”

“But I’m still right here, Kate. What do you need? How can I help?”

There was a pause. He wasn’t sure if it was the delay or a break in connection. He called out to her again. Then, after another short pause, she asked him a question.

“Are you still the same?”

He frowned. What did she mean by that?

“Yes, I think so. I told you I wouldn’t change while you were away.”

“So you haven’t shacked up with anyone?”

“No.” He was telling the truth, but didn’t understand where this was going. “Have you?”

“No. That’s part of the problem.”

“What do you mean? Surely you’ve had offers from all the guys out there?”

He was a little hurt by her comment, but they were not a couple, and she was free to do what she liked with whomever she liked, but he had been hopeful, all the same. Then she said the words he would never forget.

“But they aren’t you.” She whispered the words as if they were a sensitive secret. He beamed in his bedroom, his heart maltepe escort doing backflips in his chest.

“Are you still there?” She asked.

He responded that he was, and they then made a bit of small talk, but it was clear he didn’t know what to say.

“Baby,” she had only on very few occasions called him that, “where are you right now?”

“In bed, it’s nearly 3am here. Where are you?”

“In my room on the ship. We’ve docked for the night, and while I’m allowed off the boat, there’s nothing I really want to do… Except you.”

His dick sprang to attention.

“Baby, I need you. And I want to make you feel really, really good, too.”

He moaned a little, but she heard it instantly.

“I’m going to talk, and you are going to listen. I know I can’t physically be there right now, but I bet you wish I was. I want you to place your warm hands on my skin, feel you pull me toward you. Feel you kiss me again.”

His hand slid down his stomach into his boxers, brushing over his hardening cock as she spoke.

“I want you to make yourself feel good, baby. Touch it while I talk to you.”

“Way ahead of you, Kate.” he said as he pulled his member out of his shorts altogether.

“I’m here, in my little room, sprawled out on my bed, wishing you were lying here next to me. Do you know what I’d do? I’d sit on top of you. I’d tease you. I’d start to undress you slowly, stripping you down to your boxers, and then I’d lift the waistband, pulling it up off your skin, but then I’d stop, and tease you some more. I’d remove my clothes and leave just my underwear on, then remove your boxers with my teeth.”

“I’d slide your shorts down over your body, exposing all of you to me for the first time. God, I’ve thought about you naked from time to time, baby. I wonder what it looks like. Describe your cock to me. I bet you’re looking at it right now.”

He gulped at this, and began to describe his hard, engorged 8 and a half inch dick to her, in full detail. She moaned her approval.

“I want to take that cock of yours in my mouth, baby. You deserve all the pleasure I can offer you. I’d slip the head of your dick between my lips and slowly run my tongue along the head, getting you wet and slippery. I’d massage your balls and stroke your shaft while I suck on that big head, making you moan and groan. Stroke that big cock for me, baby.”

He did as he was told.

“I want you to suck my nipples, now, baby. Undo my bra and take off my panties and lick my tits. Suck on them, make me moan. Oh my God, baby, I can’t take it any more. I’m putting my hand inside my panties just for you. I can feel you here, pinching my nipples, as I rub my clit.”

He plucked up more courage at this, and muttered, “Show me.”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you baby. You wanna see my naked body? Well, if you do, you gotta show me a little something first…”

While still on the phone, he managed to keep the call going and switch to the phone’s camera. He snapped a decent photo of his cock, with his hand wrapped around it, and sent it off to her, without hesitation. All the while, she kept up her commentary.

“Oh God, baby. I want to feel you suck on my pussy while your cock fills my mouth. I’m gonna climb on kartal escort top of you, and press my wet cunt onto your face. Fuck my mouth while I fuck yours, baby.”

He heard the distinct beep of her phone as she received the message. Her breathing changed and she stopped speaking for a few moments.

“Oh shit, baby. You are a big boy! That cock of yours looks amazing, and now I can really picture what it is I’m about to fuck! Lay me on my back on the bed, baby, I want you to slip that cock of yours inside me. I want to feel you fill me up to the brim.”

His phone beeped in his ear. He had an incoming message. He switched to the messenger program and saw it was from Kate. He also saw that their was a picture attached. He opened it, stroking his cock faster. When he saw the image appear on the screen, he moaned his approval.

“Do you like what you see, baby?”

The photo was of Kate, in all her stunning naked glory, spread out on the bed, just as she had described. She was wearing nothing but a smile, and her cheeks were flushed, clearly she was aroused.

Her breasts were full and pert, wonderfully topped with deliciously pink nipples, standing at full attention. His eyes roved over her form, taking all of this digital goddess in. He looked down her body, over her stomach, and stopped at the space between her legs. She was bare down there, her pussy winking at him, devoid of hair. Her pussy lips were open, and she had one hand holding her pussy lips apart to really open herself up for him. Her clit was erect and protruding from the folds, and there was a hint of wetness he could see. Next to her most intimate of intimates, was a small tattoo of a yummy looking strawberry.

“Oh, baby, I want you do fuck that pussy you see open for you. Slide your dick in there, baby. I’m wet and ready.”

“What’s with the Strawberry, baby?” He asked through heavy breathing.

She laughed as she panted. He imagined her there, on the other side of the world, frigging her clit while he pumped his cock, each of them helping each other closer to orgasm.

“The Strawberry? It’s what I like to eat… Only I like my Strawberry with cream.”

That sent him over the edge. He pumped harder, imagining what it might feel like to pound her wet pussy until he exploded inside her.

“I want you to come for me, baby. Fill my cunt up with that cream I know you’ve been keeping just for me. Spray your hot load deep inside me.”

He groaned as the orgasm built, and she heard him approach the climax.

“Do it, baby, spray it everywhere, make a dirty, sticky mess all over me!”

He screamed down the phone as he started to come, and heard her doing the same. They both moaned and erupted in pleasure as they came, his load shooting out from his cock in strong heavy spurts as he covered his hand and the bedsheets in his hot cum. She moaned down the phone as her own orgasm subsided, and gradually their breathing returned to normal.

“You still there, baby?”

He confirmed that he was, and she giggled down the phone.

“Wow,” she said, “I’m going to let you get some sleep. I realize it’s pretty late now. I’m sorry I called you so late.”

“Don’t worry about it, Kate. I’m glad you did!”

“I am too. Thank you, that’s exactly what I wanted.”

And Kate hung up, leaving him to clean himself up, and giving him a whole new set of dreams to dream, and leaving him wonder about the possibilities of what could happen when Kate finally came home.

To Be Continued…

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Some Fun in the Office

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It was early, 6 am, before anyone else was in the office; Bryan had made Casey get up extra early so they could accomplish this particular fantasy of his. He was careful to guide her, knowing the black, silk blindfold around her eyes was the hindrance he had wanted it to be. She had protested the way he wanted her to dress, too, but eventually gave in; she loved being his pet, and that included dressing how he told her to, when he told her to. Her nightie was also black, and silk; with lace around the edges of the cups over her breasts and the trim of the bottom of it, which barely covered her ass. She was wearing a black, lacy thong to accompany that, as well as what her mother and aunt would consider “How much?” heels – black stilettos with rhinestones around the straps that made her feel like a slut, which she loved. Bryan had asked her to put on the most red shade of lipstick she had, and she definitely looked the part of slut, too.

Bryan led Casey through the lobby of his office, confident no one was in the building. They were on the 14th floor of the building, so he wasn’t worried about anyone being able to see through the floor to ceiling windows.

For what felt like the billionth time, Casey complained, “I don’t like this idea, Bryan. What if someone sees? What if we get caught? You could lose your job. We could go to jail.”

“Don’t worry so much, baby,” Bryan crooned. “No one is here right now, and my desk is big enough no one will be able to see you under there. We’ll do my thing, I’ll sneak you back out before anyone gets here, and you can go back home and follow my orders for the rest of the day.”

Casey had the day off, so Bryan had instructed her to spend the whole day naked, playing, but not cumming. She also had orders to send specific pictures and poses throughout the day, so she could show she wasn’t disobeying.

Although she did love getting punished, so Casey thought maybe she would disobey just a little bit later tonight.

Bryan had his very own office, which is why Casey had agreed to this in the first place. She could hide out there if things went wrong.

They had arrived at his office then, and Bryan left the blindfold on as he led Casey to his giant, oak desk, then rudely shoved Casey to her knees and pushed her to crawl under it. He didn’t bother closing or locking his office door, knowing that no one would trickle into the office until 7:30 at the earliest; he had been here many times just to check, every day the week before, knowing that Casey wouldn’t do it unless he could provide proof that they wouldn’t be caught.

As hot as Casey found the idea of being caught, of being pendik escort seen being as slutty as she could get, but she was extremely terrified. It was a precarious situation.

He unbuckled his suit pants, pushed them and his underwear to his knees and sat down in his office chair, rolling it to sit at his desk. He grabbed Casey’s head and brought it directly to his crotch, knowing she would recognize how to start; she was amazing at giving head, and she had been ever since they had started dating. Bryan had barely needed to provide her any pointers or advice whenever she had started sucking him off, and she had only gotten better with practice as time went on.

She immediately felt around his cock with her lips and tongue, starting off with teasing, as she always loved to do. As he loved for her to do. She shifted her lips around, mouthing all along the length of his girthy, 7 inch shaft. She ran her tongue around the head, pulling the tip into her mouth to suck lightly, before pulling back and blowing on his now wet cock.

“Fuck,” Bryan hissed through his lips.

She smiled at his swear, before moving her mouth back down his dick to lick and suck at his balls, making her way to them by feel; she truly found them to be an underrated sexual body part. Were they pretty? No. But they were full of warm, yummy cum, and that was enough for her to want to worship them. She licked at them both, before pulling one into her mouth and sucking, gently kneading the other one with her hand. Once she felt she had given one enough attention, she moved her mouth to the other to give it the same treatment. She let it fall out of her mouth, and then moved her lips back to suck at the tip of the cock, popping it in and out of her mouth as she sucked as hard as she could on just the head.

“Stop teasing, slut,” he demanded, one of his hands threading through Casey’s hair and pulling it up to force his cock back into her mouth. “Work that cock for your treat.”

Casey moaned on his cock, loving when Bryan got forceful. She loved feeling used; Bryan knew that all she wanted once they got going was to be a dirty little cum bucket for him. And he took advantage of that. He had used her mouth, and her pussy as much as he wanted to. She even let him use her ass at least once a month; she loved it, she said, she just got really sore from it, because Bryan’s cock was quite thick.

And he could cum wherever he wanted; Casey absolutely adored cum anywhere and everywhere; inside her cunt or her mouth, covering her tits or creaming all over her face; there had even been occasions where Bryan had jerked off his cock to cum into a cup for maltepe escort Casey and they had done creative things with it; she drank it right after, she used it to dip strawberries in, she mixed it into her morning coffee. Not all the ideas were winners, but the willingness to try anything was what turned Bryan on. When he saw her try some of those things with his cum, especially if it was something that she did enjoy, he often was aroused enough to fuck her again.

Casey got to work, sucking and slurping at Bryan’s cock like it was her favorite treat in the world; which, really, it was second favorite. She had always enjoyed sucking cock, mostly because it led to her first favorite treat; warm, creamy cum.

She slid her mouth down the length of his cock, forcing it into her throat, having enough practice with this cock to barely gag as she did so. She swallowed, and with his cock down in her throat, the ripples of that movement made Bryan throw his head back and groan, long and loud, and he put his other hand on her head to start fucking her throat. He gripped, and slowly drew his hips back and then fucked his cock all the way back into her mouth, using her throat like a cunt. Casey gagged a little bit at the force and speed it came back into her throat, but that only enhanced the sensation for Bryan and he fucking loved it.

He worked his cock in and out of her mouth, getting himself close to the edge using her mouth, but backed off before he could finish. He let Casey take her mouth off his cock so she could gasp in some breaths and wipe away the extra saliva that had accumulated while she had been face fucked. He took his cock in his hand and slapped it around on her face a little, mocking laughter huffing out of him as he watched her chase it with her mouth by feel, since she was still blindfolded. “You want it that bad, you little slut?” he questioned.

“Yes,” Casey moaned as he rubbed his cock all over her face, reaching her tongue out to try and lick it as it got close enough to do so. “Please give it to me, sir,” she begged. “I want your cock back in my mouth, your cum jetting down my throat.”

“Such a pretty slut, on her knees, blindfolded, begging for my seed,” Bryan crooned as he traced his cock head over Casey’s lips, a trail of precum being left behind before she licked it off. “You’re going to get it,” he promised as he pushed his cock back into her mouth. But this time, he let her do the work, and she did so gladly, bobbing her head on his cock quickly, sucking as hard as she could as she worked her way up off the cock, licking in swirls as she worked her head down.

“Fuck yes, baby, kartal escort that’s it,” Bryan grunted. “I’m close, I’m so close, slut, to giving you your treat. Keep going.”

His hips were thrusting, slightly, but he was letting Casey do her thing, sucking and slobbering all the way down his cock.

But before he could give her his cum, he heard footsteps in the outer office. He pushed her mouth off his cock, slid his chair all the way under the desk, and froze, listening for more. His eyes darted to the clock, and it was only 7. There was no way anyone was in this office; right?

He was wrong, though, as his co-worker, Jared, poked his head in Bryan’s office doorway. “Good, you’re here,” he said. “The meeting with China is about to start.”

“The what?” Bryan stammered, his brain still trying to shift from ‘just about to blow his load’ mode to work mode.

“The meeting? With the branch in China? We had to schedule it this early because it was as late as they would be in the office,” Jared explained. “Wait… if you didn’t remember, what are you doing here?” he asked, very confused.

Bryan shook his head, clearing his thoughts finally; “No, no, I remembered,” he reassured his co-worker. “My morning coffee just hasn’t kicked in yet. I’ll be there in the conference room in a minute.”

Jared nodded at him and left the doorway, and Bryan quickly pulled up his trousers and buttoned and buckled them.

“Sorry, baby,” he said quietly, scooting his chair back a bit. “You’ll have to wait in here while I’m doing the meeting. Then we’ll figure out a way to get you out of here afterwards, okay?”

“Bryan,” Casey hissed as he stood up. “You can’t just leave me in here under your desk, barely covered!”

“I don’t see another choice,” Bryan said helplessly, his hands spread. “Keep that blindfold on,” he pointed and demanded, though.

“Bryan!” Casey hissed as quietly as she could as he walked away, but she guessed by the fact that he didn’t respond he was already gone. So. She had no choice but to stay under the desk.

It wasn’t but a few minutes later when she heard footsteps come into his office, though, and his door closed.

“Bryan?” she asked. She was good, though, and didn’t take off the blindfold as much as she wanted to.

And apparently Bryan chose to reward her for that because she heard and felt the chair come closer to the desk, and then hands grab her hair and that familiar feeling of a dick in her face.

Casey knew she should argue more about the position she was currently in, of being so close to humiliation, but she could never resist a hard, warm cock. So she started licking, again, and mouthing this cock before her now.

It was only after she wrapped her lips around the tip of the cock, and her lips had to stretch wider than usual, that she realized something.

This cock did not belong to her boyfriend Bryan.

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We are in a room, and it is nighttime…the room has no furniture. It is lit by dozens of candles spread in a circle on the floor. More fill windowsills and shelving throughout. The largest window is open and its lace curtains, floor length, billow and lift with the spring breezes making the candles flicker. Though the day has been cool, our dinner, the wine, words shared of love, of swimming in a deep sea together, have generated a heat between us. We’re both inclined to swim deeply within each other tonight.

The light shines on my naked body. I kneel in the center of the room, pulling gently on my cock with one hand and stroking my balls with the other. I know that nothing turns you on more than watching me touch myself. I sit back on my heels, eyes closed and long hair blowing in the wind. When I open my eyes, I see you…smile at you, which is your invitation. You begin to undress, trailing clothes around the room as you watch me from all angles. When you are finished, I feel you approach me from behind, sliding pendik escort your fingers through my hair, so soft. I tilt my head back to you and your mouth goes to my throat, teeth raking over it, kissing, tasting my skin.

I feel you becoming breathless, watching my movements. You see my hands moving, manipulating, squeezing…you reach for my right arm, it’s tense and rigid, as hard as my cock. I love your touch on my arm, and flex for you. You reward me by digging your fingernails into my arm. I know you want to be a part of this, but watching is what you love, you crave…The wine gives your walk a familiar sway, and I make a note to dance with you later. I see you get on the floor in front of me, mirroring my position…your knees apart, resting on the heels of your feet. My eyes feast on a lovely surprise…you’ve shaved, giving my eyes access to all your folds, the wetness leaking out of you. My senses immediately summon your taste and it fills me.

You lean back on your left arm and with your maltepe escort right you open yourself up and begin sliding 2 fingers up and down your slit, getting yourself wet all over. You look up to see me watching you, so you spread thighs as far as you can, and begin to insert your middle finger slowly, slowly in and then twisting it out, then rubbing it on your clit…moaning as you do it and getting wetter and wetter just knowing I am unable to remove my gaze. I feel so much love for you tonight…so happy in this dance of joining…our 2 strong personalities finally at peace with merging. Who knew that the combustion of youth would pale against the depths of our love?

You watch me, my hands moving faster now, a little semen leaks out and I wish you could taste it, know that you share your own quickening at the memory of previous tastes. Your hips gyrate slightly with your need, and those fingers continue sliding, in and out while I get closer to my own orgasm, my heart speeding as my body tightens…the kartal escort exquisite ache intensifying at the base of my cock. My eyes lock with yours…so much said without words. You know my body, and drive yourself onwards, wanting so much to come together with me. I move at a feverish pace, you know it will be soon, and then I gasp, raising myself up off my heels and lean forward towards you and I groan out your name, pumping out hot thick come onto your breasts, your belly, your cunt. You reach out with your hand and rub it all over your breasts, bring some of the slickness down to your opening and you flush, plunge, and swim in that luscious sea again…the candles flicker, you lose your balance, whisper my name to me and you come…hard…long….and I’m holding you up, feeling your body spasm, your heart up in your throat. The room is a blur of heat, light, us…I move my hands to you and work you, keeping you at this plateau….laying you back on the hardwood floor….shadows of your curves from the candles showing me again how beautiful you are, and I plunge into you…your eyes widen in surprise, then your legs are wrapped around me, claiming me, diving into me…lips kissing and biting. Who is pulling whom in deeper? I care not…for I am with you…

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