For my first session, Todd used a small straight chair made of polished brass, with a red velour seat. It stood on a square of plywood painted glossy white, all of which stood out against the muted tones of backdrop paper hung from a pipe and two poles. There was a boom box playing hot salsa music in the background, and I had a fun time, thanks to Todd encouraging me to act as sexy as I felt, while I played with the chair. Sometimes I was coy behind it; other times I knelt or sat upon it. Todd was clever and expressive with the position of my hands and breasts. Each shot got a little more sexy and explicit. When one looked at the entire set of photos, there was little of me left to the imagination. The shot I liked the best was a full frontal one, where my arms and hands were drafting an inverted triangle pointing at my smooth-shaven pussy.
We used a low queen-sized bed as the centerpiece of the second set. It was covered with a white duvet that had rectangles patterned by long red stitches. The reverse side of the duvet, which could be seen wherever Todd had turned over a corner or casually rumpled it, was a washed red print. The overall effect was a study in red, white and flesh tones, with geometric lines formed by the folds of the duvet and the angles and curves of my nude body. Todd coaxed me to imagine myself having an erotic dream, while he and his camera would act the part of a voyeur, secretly spying on my most intimate moment. To set the mood, the boom box played sensual Latin instrumentals.
I climbed onto the bed and made a comfortable nest for myself, all the while trying to capture the mood of a woman delving into masturbatory dreams in the privacy of her bedroom. I languidly stretched my limbs and torso in response to sensual thoughts of making love with someone. For the last two days, my body and mind was in an overload of sensual concepts and situations, so it did not take very long before I lost myself in the setting. Afterward, Todd claimed that he needed to give me directions only five or six times in the whole set. All the rest was my own acting out of the scene. In any case, he captured almost twenty poses of me lost in pleasuring myself. I don’t remember consciously doing it, but there is a sequence of shots showing me on my knees, grasping the headboard and rubbing the tips of my breasts on the pillow. There are also four or five images of me on my back, with the fingers of right hand playing with my clit, while my left is stroking either my breast or my face. God, I felt turned on by the time he called a break. I noticed that one of the interns had a raging erection when I eventually got up from the bed. I was equally horny and wanted to get fucked at that moment. I was tempted to take him to my room, but he dashed out of the studio before I could approach him. Probably to jerk off in his own room, I thought. His loss.
The modeling sessions ended a little before three, and we four women got dressed to go into town with Greg, Elaine and Todd for some conventional sight-seeing. I was surprised how easily and quickly we could switch our persona from sexy models back to our regular patterns, even down to getting embarrassed when the breeze blew our dresses up over our knees. That is when I got it that it is possible to be very sexy when the situation arises, and also to behave as you usually do at other times. I also began to understand that I was a more sensual woman than I had realized, but that would not interfere with other roles my life choices have me play. I saw no reason not to make that day the first day of my sexier life. As a start, I went over to Todd, and held his hand while we walked and window shopped.
“Thank you for this morning’s shoot,” I said to him. “Without your patience and encouragement, I don’t think that I would have had the nerve to go completely nude in front of you and your camera. That made my afternoon session with you go so much better.”
Todd smiled tenderly and replied, “It was entirely my pleasure, Olivia. Well, that’s not quite correct. It will be a pleasure for everyone who sees your best shots. You should see some of the images of your afternoon set. They are just terrific. I’m looking forward to tonight’s workshop, and helping you start on your presentation.”
The whole group got together that evening for another casual dinner and the workshop that followed. I wore my new sexy party dress again, only this time I skipped the panties – just spike heels and dangling earrings as accessories. After dinner, Don and Carole used a pc projection system to show the digital pictures of our photo sessions that the four photographers judged to be the best picks. I was pleased that four of mine made the top ten. With Todd and Rob, his senior intern, giving me suggestions and ideas of sequence, I selected twelve images for a personal calendar to give to Alan as his birthday gift, plus additional ones for two medley presentations. We ripped sound tracks from Don’s CD collection, to add audio to the visual media in the collections. During the editing and compilation work, the wine flowed freely, as did the ribald and suggestive comments from both the men and the women each time a new sexy photo was displayed. It was very exciting for me to see images of myself posing in the nude, and to hear compliments from these pros, who have seen dozens of beautiful nudes.
There must have been something hidden deep inside me that wanted to come out that night – something sensual and daring. When it was time for all of us to go back to our rooms, somehow I ended up walking with Carole, and sensed that she wanted to say something to me. I remembered the pledge I had made to myself the previous day: ’let your body and inner self rule over your rational mind.’ I decided to go in whatever direction Carole wanted.
I said, “Carole, these two days are some of the best I’ve had in my entire life. In a way, I wish it didn’t have to end.”
“Olivia, Don and I think that you are ready to take your inner feelings to the next level. Your images show that you have that something special in a sensual woman. Don and I would like to have you do one more session before you leave tomorrow. It would be a set of images that capture the joys of a woman celebrating her hetero-sexuality. Would you be up to it? It’s your choice; no one is going to push you, and you can select any man that you desire for your partner. Don’s idea is that the identity of your posing partner would never be exposed, only parts of his anatomy. The focus would be on you – your body, of course, but more importantly your sensual feelings during those intimate moments. Would you consider it?”
I had to admit to myself that I fantasized about being a hard core porn model the night before, while I masturbated with my dildo. Here was an opportunity to make that dream come true, but it would be a huge step for me. After several seconds, I finally answered Carole’s question.
“Carole, I want to experience what that would be like. I also want to see images of the female me enjoying all that is pleasurable for her sex. When I get home, I’m not sure that I could ever share them with my husband, Alan, the man I love dearly. It’s pretty complicated, even for me, to understand how much I enjoy communicating with a camera that I am a female and all that that entails. That would include the feelings I have when a man fucks me and gives me pleasure. And I don’t think it would lessen my love for Alan in any way.”
I hesitated for a moment.
“I would like that man to be Todd, if he would agree.”
Carole gave me a reassuring hug and expressed her delight in my decision, pledging to set everything up for a shoot in Don’s private studio at ten the next morning. After breakfast, I went to the studio. Carole ushered me inside, where Todd was standing next to Don, wearing a white terry robe, as I was. I presumed that he was naked underneath like me as well. I fortified my courage with a glass of wine, and I was ready to be Don’s model and do whatever he wanted me to do with Todd as my partner.
“This is going to be a wonderful experience, Olivia,” Don said. “To get started, take off your robe, and I’ll shoot an image string of you alone, to tell the beginning of the story. The first act should set the tone of erotic, yet explicit imagery. Letting Todd see you like that should get him in the right mood for the later shots.”
I grinned and handed my robe to Carole. Don posed me all sorts of ways, but in a sequence that felt to me almost like foreplay to sex. Each pose was built on the previous one, and they became progressively more suggestive and erotic. I was conscious of Don’s coaching directions and the clicks of the camera that was recording all that he and I were doing. But my outer self was simply acting out what my inner self was trying to communicate. My body had committed my mind to this shoot, and I wanted to savor every course of the sexual banquet that was being offered to me.
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After the initial image string of me alone, nude and arousing myself, Don sensed that I was ready to move on to the next act. I was thrilled when I heard him direct Todd to toss off his robe and join the set with me. It was a boudoir scene, featuring a lounging love seat, throw pillows, and a small table with a vase of flowers. Todd walked over and stood next to me. I was reclining on the loveseat, in the classic odalisque frontal nude pose. We looked at each other, both of us admiring and lusting at our naked bodies. I could see the sexual excitement in his eyes as I looked into his, and smiled, trying to tell him that I was ready to go as far as he wished.
Don directed Todd and me through a series of shots in which I fondled Todd’s cock, and then sucked it to full rigid arousal. That was followed by shots of me sitting backwards on Todd’s lap. My frontal nudity hid Todd’s face, but his cock buried in my pussy was in the foreground of the shots. Todd’s erection showed he was definitely aroused, and the later images graphically captured my very real orgasm. It was as intense as any I had ever experienced, and was soon echoed by a second and a tiny third. We concluded with Todd fucking me doggie style, and Don taking some shots with Todd’s ass in the foreground and his hard cock deep in my pussy. He also went around to the other side of the loveseat to take some of my face. It was backdropped by Todd’s torso, and eloquently communicated the heights of my sensual pleasures. The final shot was of our bodies lying entwined on the floor, exhausted but satisfied.
Don and Carole worked over the lunch hour while the rest of us ate. Afterwards, they took Todd and me aside and showed us their first cut at our erotic session. There have been several times when I have been jolted with a deep emotional feeling after seeing a moment of time frozen in a truly artistic still picture. Images can communicate deep, personal expressions across a wide range of emotions; Don’s made me cry with their beauty and depth. I felt very proud that I played a vital part in showing nude male and female bodies fully exposed, reveling in sexual pleasure.
The pictures could have been pornographic, making the viewer feel like an intruder upon a vulgar scene. Somehow these images made you feel as if your own spirit had been uplifted by the visual beauty of naked human bodies and the sensuality of the sex act. One of those bodies was mine, and I was proud that the sexual pleasure that I had been feeling at that moment was so vividly captured and expressed with Don’s camera artistry. I wept tears of joy over the wonderful work that Don, Todd and I did that morning.
I returned from California with a much different outlook on life in general, and my own in particular. Alan met me at the airport, and while we were waiting at the baggage claim area, he commented on my tan and new makeup.
I said, “Well, as part of the reunion activities, some of us indulged ourselves at a fabulous day spa nearby. You’re only seeing the public new me, darling. When we get home, let’s take a shower together, and you can see the rest of my makeover.”
It was worth the price of the trip just to see the look on Alan’s face after what I said registered. I recalled a similar look when we were on our honeymoon. In some ways, my homecoming was like a second honeymoon, only Alan and I first had to focus on our kids. We went out to dinner with them early that evening, and they oblingly agreed to get to bed early. Afterwards, Alan and I took that shower, and he roared with delight at his first sight of my shaved pussy and all-over tan. I hadn’t counted on the added benefit that clean pussy lips were like an aphrodisiac to Alan.
For two weeks I worked hard on my pc, editing the final draft of my collection of images for Alan’s birthday gift. I decided to divide the total collection into three separate audio-visual presentations: the outdoor shoot; the studio nude art; and Don’s joy of sex. I met the deadline, and was ready to present Alan’s special birthday gift. I had arranged for the kids to spend an overnight with their grandparents, so that just the two of us could cuddle on the couch with a bottle of champagne, after a special dinner out.
When we were settled, I finally confided to him that I had indulged in an erotic photo shoot, but did not go into all the details of what I did those two days. I told him of my retreat in Carmel, and how the experience had made me grow as a woman. But rather than attempt to explain in what ways I had grown, I preferred to let my images speak for themselves. I began with the presentation that contained the best of Todd’s outdoor shoot. Then moving on – after more champagne – I showed Alan the presentation that featured my studio nude art. I deliberately refrained from sharing the set from Don’s studio, deciding to wait to see his reactions to the ‘mild ones.’ I needed to assure myself that Alan fully and completely understood how my modeling experience had elevated my sensuality. Also, I was apprehensive on how he would respond to being married to a woman with such an appetite for sexual pleasures that she could include an extra-marital tryst.
My concerns about Alan’s reactions to my posing nude were completely groundless, which made me love him even more. He was thrilled with my fully nude images, demanding that we study each set like it was a room in an art museum. We went through the pictures slowly and deliberately, and he often remarked how beautiful I looked, and how exciting it was for him to know that his woman could communicate so much sensuality. I was so grateful that he recognized that I had experienced an epiphany, and that he understood he was married to a different woman from the one of years past. We finished off the bottle of champagne in the bedroom, but that was an hour later, after making love like never before.
For the next month, Alan regularly demanded to see re-runs of the first two presentations, along with the unselected images in the entire collection. Entire, that is, except for those in the final set of Todd and me. I was still uncertain whether he could accept viewing my enjoying sex with another man. If he couldn’t, I realized, what terrible consequences there would be to our entire family after that revelation. That collection had to remain my private domain until I was absolutely certain Alan would understand. As for the images that I did share with him, he truly enjoyed seeing how a skilled photographer could capture not only the external physical beauty of my body, but also that elusive inner self, the soul of my life and being. For several weeks, in the evenings, after getting the kids asleep and we were feeling that urge, in our bedroom we would sample about a dozen of my images, using my laptop. It was visual foreplay, in a way. During one of those evenings, while looking at the work of Todd and me, Alan expressed what he appreciated about my erotic art.
“Darling,” he said. “Humans are definitely sexual animals, but we also have something else inside. It is when that something else enters into the process that we humans elevate ourselves beyond our animal nature. At those times we are no longer trying to simply satisfy sexual urges, but are trying to communicate sensually beautiful ideas. Our bodies go beyond the mere physical capability of reproducing; they become both vessels of love and instruments with which to express that love to a partner. Thank you, Olivia, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me that through these pictures.”
That was the moment that I understood that he, too, got it, just like I did that morning in the day spa in Carmel. Now, I knew that we both understood how humans are so much more than animals that merely satisfy physical needs. We mate for reasons that transcend creating still more humans to insure that the species survives. Our appreciation of our bodies’ sexual attributes can extend far beyond carnal lust and gratification. At that moment, I was confident that Alan and I were one in that spirit, since we both believed in the power of using and appreciating our bodies as art. His life, like mine, was nourished through my body expressing my feelings of beauty, love, and sharing. I no longer had to hide from him a vital part of my new world. Tears of joy fell down my cheeks. I touched his handsome face and offered all of myself to the one man I loved.
“My dearest husband and lover, I have another surprise for you. There is one more set of images that were taken of me at Don and Carole’s retreat. I needed just the right time for sharing them with you. I think that time is now. and I want to show them to you.”
The End
Marriage Troubles
Nita was one of his wife’s closest friends. Best friends in high school, Nita and Jennifer had drifted apart a little, but such a close bond could never really be fully severed. Jennifer went on to enjoy success in her career, whereas Nita was a housewife. She was having marital problems, and was spending the weekend at Jennifer’s house to let things cool off.
This was fine with Jamie, Jennifer’s husband.
Nita was hot. Sexy hot.
Jamie fantasized about a lot of women, but of all of them – she was the hottest, hands down.
Jennifer worked long hours, which left Jamie (who worked from home) plenty of time to miss the touch of a woman. His fantasies often kept his loneliness at bay.
Nita was a gorgeous Indian woman. She was short – barely five feet tall, if that. But she had sexy, pouting lips, a beautiful smile, and captivating eyes. Her skin was light brown and she often wore her long, curly, black hair with that ‘wet’ look that made every woman hotter than hell. She had this sexy body that would make any guy fantasize about her – beautiful tits, a perfect belly (Jamie saw it once – the image is burned in his brain), the best ass you could ever sculpt, and really nice legs.
When Jennifer returned from picking up her friend, Jamie had to control the hard-on that was forming in his jeans. Nita wore tight-fitting black pants, which accentuated a perfect ass, and a snug light-blue blouse with a neck that did not quite reach her cleavage, but it sure came close. Her hair was down, and it was all wet and sexy. Just the way he liked it.
Marital problems. He could imagine what those were. Let’s see – she married her husband at 18. In the Indian culture, that often meant ‘virgin’. Her husband was more than 10 years older than her, and they have been married for 12 years and have three kids. At 30, Nita was entering her sexual prime, and all that she has ever had (likely) was the same sex from a conservative man for 12 years. Gee – what were the marital problems?
Riding a wave of confidence likely brought on by years of loneliness, Jamie fully intended to see what he could do about …giving Nita comfort. All he had to do was remind himself that there would never – ever – be a situation like this again with Nita. It had to be this weekend.
His wife and her friend were attached at the hip the entire evening – going shopping early on, and then later they watched a movie with Jamie in the recroom. The three of them had a drink – Jamie insisted. He knew two things. One – his wife would knock out earlier if she had a drink. And two – Nita liked the sauce. If she had one drink, others would follow.
He was right on both counts. As he and Nita were polishing up their second drinks, Jennifer was still halfway through her first. The movie ended, and Jennifer had just taken two or three sips from her second drink. The other two were finished their third. She asked Nita if she wanted to go to bed, and Nita nodded.
“I’m going to stay up for another beer.” Jamie announced, making eye contact with his wife’s friend. His wife, oblivious to the signal, led her friend upstairs to show her to the spare room.
Jamie remained downstairs, sipping on his beer slowly. Forty minutes passed, and he began to wonder if he had miscalculated. Was he not aggressive enough? Hell, he wasn’t aggressive at all! Shit! Nita was too timid. He was STUPID to think she would act on her own. Mentally, he was slapping the side of his head in disgust.
Then he heard the creak on the stairs.
His cock grew hard in his jeans, as if with a mind of its own.
Nita appeared, smiling nervously. She was a very shy girl.
“Hey Nita!” he greeted her warmly.
“I couldn’t sleep.” She said quietly, sitting on the other couch. He stood up.
“Let me get you a drink, that will help!” he offered as he went to the bar. He grabbed himself a beer and fixed her up with rum and coke. Making it a little strong, of course! When he returned, he sat down beside her. Close. Closer than is proper, especially considering the fact that there were two couches.
She didn’t move over one inch. He took that as a good sign. The two chatted quietly while they sipped quickly on their drinks, watching television. You could slip a hand in between the two of them, but not much more. That was how close they were sitting. She was still wearing her light-blue sweater/blouse and those tight-fitting black pants.
In 15 minutes, he was up and getting them another drink. This would be her fifth. When a woman is five-feet tall, and 95 pounds and on her fifth drink – it was a good sign!
This time when he sat back down he made sure that they were touching. His leg was touching hers. Again, she did not move over! Now all he had to do was swing the conversation into the appropriate direction. If her marital problems were indeed sexual, moving the subject to that of her husband would be a good move. If the problems were about other things, it may not be such a smart move. He was confident in his guess, though.
“The problems that you are having at home…” he started, hesitantly, “are they because your husband won’t leave you alone? He must be all over you!”
“No!” Nita chuckled, nervously. “He doesn’t spend any time with me at all – it’s like I’m not even there!”
“What?” Jamie replied, feigning shock. “I don’t buy it.”
“It’s true!” she protested. “He works all the time, and sleeps when he is home. He doesn’t say two words to me all day. He doesn’t even look at me.”
He waved that off.
“No way.” He said, disbelievingly. “If you were my wife, I would never STOP looking at you. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you!”
Nita chuckled, still very nervous. She took a drink from her glass. He watched those beautiful, thick, pouting lips on the rim of her glass. They would look so good around his cock!
She was horny. This was nothing new for her. She has been horny a lot lately, particularly in the past year. Her husband used to have sex with her several times a week, but in the past year they have only had sex once. She masturbated for the first time a few months ago, and had fallen into the habit of doing it nearly once every day now. It only served to sate her for a few hours though. So when her friend’s husband’s leg touched hers, tingles shot up her body from her crotch. Hearing Jamie say that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her, well, that did nothing to ease her arousal. She would be lying if she said she had never thought about Jamie sexually. She didn’t get out much. Hell, she didn’t get out at all. She had taken to occasionally checking out porn sites on the Internet, and had even entered chat rooms lately. The things she saw in some pictures really turned her on. She hadn’t even done one-tenth of those things! She had never given or received oral before, and sex was strictly her husband on top. Period.
“It’s true.” He said softly. She looked at him. There was a moment of silence. He brought his hand up to the side of her face and brushed her hair back behind her ear. He looked straight into her eyes. The tingling in her crotch increased. She thought that her panties might be getting a little wet.
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“You are so beautiful I would never leave you alone.” He whispered. She was held by his gaze, and the fact that his hand was still in her hair. He looked at her full lips, just ripe for the kissing. He slowly leaned forward. Nita didn’t turn away. She closed her eyes when his lips softly touched hers in a brief kiss. Bolts of electricity shot up through her body from her pussy at his touch.
“So beautiful…” he whispered again, kissing her a little harder, pulling her upper lip outward a bit. Nita let her inhibitions drop, and she kissed Jamie back, hesitantly opening her mouth. Her heart was pounding as she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. She could count on one hand how often she had been kissed like this! She saw it all the time in porn clips online, but had barely done this herself!
Feeling his tongue rub against hers turned her on like she couldn’t imagine. Her pussy flooded as she felt his hand leave her head and slip around her waist. Then she did something she had never done before in all of her 30 years. She slipped her tongue into Jamie’s mouth. She loved it! And it showed in how urgently she explored his mouth and just how far her tongue went in!
He began to kiss her a little harder, conscious that their breathing grew deeper as he slid his hand down to the outside of her leg. He caressed the outside of her leg, slowly running his hand up and down it, from her knee to her hips and back as their tongues danced.
Pussy buzzing wildly, she placed her hand on his knee, too nervous to move it. His hand slipped under her sweater a little, touching the bare skin of her waist before slipping back out of it and down her leg again. His hand slid back up her sweater, this time going a little higher up her side, caressing more of her skin and sending bolts of electricity down to her crotch. She was breathing laboriously, completely lost in the kiss and the feeling of her friend’s husband’s hand stroking her body. Her skin was extra sensitive, having rarely been touched by a man. She had needs. Big needs. And she needed this.
At the same time that Jamie gently sucked her upper lip, his hand cupped her soft breast over her bra, and laid her back on the couch. She brought her legs up onto the couch as he lay beside her between her and the back. He gently squeezed her breast and she sighed into his mouth. She kissed him urgently as tingles grew more intense in her underused pussy.
He slid his hand down Nita’s body, caressing her stomach, feeling her belly button on the way down. His hand slid overtop of her pants and between her thighs. She sucked in her breath, feeling his fingers slide down her pussy over the material. Once he had his hand there, he pushed into her a little.
“Mmmph…” she moaned into his mouth, bolts of pleasure shooting up her body. His fingers teased up and down there as he shot his tongue back into her mouth. She began to subtly writhe her crotch up against his hand, increasing the intensity of the pleasure that she felt. Her head was buzzing – and not just from the alcohol. She was disappointed when he took his hand away from her crotch, but grew even more excited when she realized that he was undoing the button on her pants. She grew more anxious in her kiss, her tongue flailing around his mouth as she felt him slowly ease her zipper down.
Jamie could tell that she was wearing lace panties as he slid his hand down over them. He could feel tremendous heat emanating from her pussy, and her panties were absolutely soaked! He could clearly feel her swollen lips through the thin material, and he gently teased them. She sighed into his mouth. She couldn’t stand it! She was too aroused! Normally if she felt half this turned on lately it was enough for her to lock herself in her room and frig her little pussy like crazy!
Suddenly, he pulled his hand away from her crotch. She couldn’t believe how badly she missed it as soon as he did that! He grabbed her hand, slipping his fingers between hers and squeezing it affectionately. He broke the kiss, but her lips found his again, kissing him soundly. He slowly brought her hand over to his crotch and slipped his fingers out of hers, placing her hand on the bulge in his jeans. Her heart soared as she felt the outline of his hard manhood. This was the first time she had felt something like this, other than with her husband! She traced her fingers over his length as they kissed, and then she placed her hand over it, squeezing a little.
He slipped his hand back into her open pants and back overtop of her panties, immediately going straight to where heat was emanating from the strongest.
“Mmmph…” Nita sighed into his mouth when he touched her. She needed more. She prayed that he would touch her bare pussy. She practically raised her ass up off the couch a little in encouragement. As if reading her thoughts, he obliged. Placing his fingers beside the crotch of her panties, Jamie slipped his fingers into them from the side. He could feel the wisps of her pubic hair as his fingers searched for her slit. His fingers touched moistness, and he knew he had found her treasure. She kissed him harder, bolts of pleasure firing up her little body.
Her fingers were automated. Just trailing up and down the length of his bulge as she concentrated on her pussy. He ran his finger up and down the slick lips of her vagina, driving her wild with desire. She desperately needed entry. She was gasping for breath in his mouth, kissing him with more passion than ever.
He continued to drive her crazy. Slowly trailing his finger up and down the wet, silky lips of her needy vagina. She was panting into his mouth, her tongue practically going down his throat in her lust. Jamie slid his middle finger down Nita’s slit until it reached her entrance. He slowly circled his finger right around her steamy-hot entrance and she humped her hips upward a little to try and get penetration. Teasing her, he ran his finger back up her slit to the tiny button of her clit. As soon as he nudged it, tingles of pleasure shot through her body, and they were at their most intense yet. She moaned a little into his mouth, her hand was rubbing up and down his bulge even faster.
Again Jamie ran his finger down the lips of her treasure, reaching her entrance. This time, he slipped a finger inside, pushing it into the first knuckle.
“Ohhh…” Nita gasped, breaking the kiss and wincing. He couldn’t believe how tight she was! Her twat was gripping the top of his finger like a vice! He wriggled his finger inside her to the second knuckle, and she sighed again. His lips found hers again, and she kissed him eagerly, loving the feeling of his finger sliding in and out of her horny pussy. The hot, moist tunnel was acting like a vacuum – practically sucking his finger inside.
He slipped his finger out of her, it was coated with her juices as he began pushing the bottom of her sweater up her sexy little body. He broke the kiss, looking down at her exposed belly and watching as he pushed her shirt over her tits. Nita was wearing a black bra. Her tits were deceivingly large for such a tiny body, straining against her bra. Her chest was heaving, and she made no protest as he continued to push her sweater upwards. She raised her arms and allowed him to take it off, dropping it on the floor. She looked at him lustfully…and nervously…as he grabbed the waist of her black pants. He tugged downward, hard, forcing her pants down off her ass and down to her knees before she could say a word.
His heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight. Nita in her skimpy, black lace panties and black bra, gasping for breath. He could smell the strong scent of her arousal from his position above her. And he thought she was hot with clothes on! Fuck! Snapping out of it, forcing himself to stop staring, he pulled her pants down to her ankles and was thrilled when she pulled her feet out of them, one by one, pulling the legs inside out a little. He dropped her pants on the floor.
Grabbing her foot, he pulled her sock off. She had very pretty feet. He threw that sock on the floor and she passively allowed him to pull her other sock off and watched him drop that one as well.
He now had the beautiful Nita down to her sexy underwear.
He lay back down beside her and kissed her, happy to notice that her hand went straight back to his crotch and that her tongue flew eagerly into his mouth. He grabbed her ass, his fingers sliding into the back of her panties. He was feeling the bare skin of Nita’s beautiful ass! When the tips of his fingers reached the crack of her ass, he squeezed her cheek affectionately. He broke the kiss, and looked her in the eyes.
“You are so beautiful Nita.” He said. She smiled at him. He kissed her full lips softly, and then kissed them again. “You are the hottest woman I have ever seen.” Her smile grew bigger, and he kissed her on the mouth again. “If I was married to you, you would have to beat me off of you with a stick!” he breathed, kissing her again as she chuckled.
He grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head and off, dropping it on the floor. He undid his button and fly, and opened his belt. Jamie stood up and began to push both his jeans and his underwear down his legs, freeing his rock-hard manhood. Nita’s pussy flooded as her eyes locked onto his thick, white cock. She saw plenty of cock online, but this was only the second one she has seen live! She ached for it. She so wanted this.
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Jamie kicked off his clothes, tearing off his socks. He knelt on the couch between her legs, and she subconsciously opened them a little wider for him, her gaze bouncing back and forth between his eyes and his dick. He crawled up the couch until he hovered over the small girl and his hard penis lay comfortably against her lace panties which were covering her sacred treasure. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, and she was having trouble catching her breath as her friend’s husband slowly bent to kiss her. As she felt his tongue slide into her mouth, she put her arms around him, caressing his back with her hands. He was pressing his naked hardness against her, and she found herself wanting it inside her more and more with each passing second. He began to grind against her, and she could not help but grind right back as she sent her tongue flying into his mouth.
He began kissing her cheek, kissing his way to her ear.
“You are amazing.” He whispered into her ear, and thrills of excitement shot through her body at his words. This was what she wanted – love and attention – and Jamie was giving it to her. He was making her feel like a princess. He softly kissed down her neck and it did nothing to ease the tingling sensation in her pussy.
Jamie trailed his lips down Nita’s chest to her cleavage, and kissed her soft breast just above where her bra hid it. Placing a hand on her bra strap, he slowly pulled it downward. Gradually, the cup of the bra came down off her breast, revealing her dark areola surrounding her erect nipple. His heart soared at the sight – Nita’s tit! Slowly, worshipping, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and gently sucked it. He could hear her sigh above him. He reached underneath her and she arched her back, allowing him to unsnap her bra strap. It had been years since a man did that for her. Those rare occasions when her husband had sex with her, they just got naked on their own and got down to business. This entire experience was so wonderful!
He slipped her bra off her arms and dropped it on the floor. Nita lay before him wearing only a pair of black lace panties. Her beautiful tits were freed, and they were shaking with every breath she took. She was looking at him nervously. She was so inexperienced!
He lay back on top of her and pressed the shaft of his cock against her. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy through her panties as he ground against her. His lips found hers and she was quick to send her tongue in his mouth passionately. He broke the kiss and began kissing down her neck to her chest. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, his hand squeezing her breast.
He began kissing down her sexy belly. Her pussy grew even hotter when she realized the direction that he was heading.
Jamie sucked on her belly below her navel, kissing all over her skin down there. Again he could smell the strong scent of her sex as his lips approached the top of her lace panties. He kissed over where they hid her bush, and then he pressed his lips against her pussy, kissing her through the thin material.
“Ohh!” Nita gasped, nearly bucking him right off the couch. That feeling was too intense! She didn’t think she could do this! She saw this on the Internet. She wanted this to happen to her – but now that she was in the position to, she was frightened! Who would have thought that a 30-year-old could be so innocent?
He kissed her pussy again, and again she bucked, but not as violently this time. She was prepared for the sudden pleasure that it gave her that time. He could taste her juices a little in the lace material. He placed his finger at the side of the crotch of her panties, eased them over to the side. The tiny black curls of her bush became exposed, and then Nita’s thick, swollen, dark pussy lips. He let a moan of desire escape.
Jamie kissed the lips of Nita’s beautiful cunt. She gasped. For the first time in her life, someone’s lips just touched her pussy. He kissed them again, and got the same reaction. She bucked at the touch. Man, this girl was wild!
Again he put his mouth on her pussy, and this time he sucked her lips into his mouth, managing to keep them there even though she bucked once more. He sucked, tasting her delicious juices. She had a distinct tasting pussy. He ran his tongue up and down those lips.
“Ohhhh…” she moaned again, a little loudly. He could just see his wife coming down the stairs to see what the commotion was about, only to find her husband eating her friend’s pussy!
He released her pussy lips, watching the erotic visual of them slowly withdrawing towards her body. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled. Unable to help herself, Nita raised her ass up off the couch and allowed Jamie to slide the last remnant of clothing that she wore down her smooth legs to her feet. She pulled her feet out of them one by one, and watched as he dropped them on the floor. The two of them were now completely naked!
He looked at her. She seemed a little scared, and very nervous. But at the same time, she wanted this. Badly. He would put her at ease. He looked her in the eyes as he remained kneeling on the couch at her feet.
“Nita.” He said softly. “You are the most beautiful woman that I have every laid eyes on.” She smiled at him, but remained scared-looking. “You have an incredible body, and I want to kiss every inch of it.” Her smile grew bigger, and she seemed to relax a little.
He knelt between her legs and took her right foot in his hand, raising it up to his mouth. He kissed her toe, and her smile grew bigger. His eyes drifted down to her pussy. Nita’s pussy. Her swollen lips were pressed tightly together, quivering with both arousal and nervousness. He kissed overtop of her foot, and then kissed her instep. He kissed her ankle, and slowly kissed his way up her calf muscle. Raising her short leg up high, he kissed underneath her knee, and on up the inside of her soft thigh. He could smell her pussy again, and it was intoxicating. How long had he wanted to be in this very position?
He kissed the very top of her thigh, before quickly kissing her slit.
“Ohhh…” she hissed, pushing her crotch up in his face. He slid his hands underneath that sexy ass of hers, grabbing onto her soft cheeks. Burying his face between her thighs, he slid his tongue as far into her tunnel as he could. She moaned, and tried to buck him off, but his hands gripped her bum firmly. All the same, the small girl writhed her crotch violently into his face, the tingles inside her body were more intense than ever now. He figured she was right on the edge of cumming. If he wasn’t careful, this would be his shortest ever pussy-eating session!
He pulled his tongue out of her twat, bringing her nectar into his mouth. He paused for a moment, letting her collect herself. He wanted to enjoy a nice session! He bent down again, and slowly licked from the bottom of Nita’s sensitive slit, up to the top, nudging her clitoris.
She grunted loudly, her orgasm exploding inside her. Her hands grabbed the back of his head as she fucked his face hard, wrenching her ass free from his grip.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried out over and over again as she writhed her crotch into Jamie’s face. Her orgasm was a thousand times more intense than masturbating had ever given her. Her entire body was on fire, the inner walls of her vagina were pulsating, she winced, struggling to regain her senses as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her.
Jamie’s face was buried right in Nita’s pussy, and her hands were forcing him in even further. Her thighs were squeezing the sides of his face as she had a huge orgasm. So much for a long session! She finally released him, pushing him away, gasping for breath.
She lay before him, panting, her legs spread, her feet flat on the couch, and he crawled towards her. She opened her eyes and watched his cock wave back and forth as it drew closer to her sacred treasure. He reached down and grabbed his hard cock, not wasting any more time.
Nita’s heart was pounding as she lay submissively before him, her legs were spread wide and her feet were in the air a little. She sucked in her breath when she felt him touch her clitoris with the head of his member. Jamie ran the mushroom head down the sopping wet lips of her pussy, stopping when he reached the spot where the heat was at its most intense. He pushed forward.
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The fat head of Jamie’s penis squeezed in between the wet lips of Nita’s vagina. She winced, looking into his eyes as she felt him squeeze more his cock inside her. He forced two inches of his manhood into her pussy before her tightness would allow no more. He pulled back a bit, withdrawing his dick from the dark lips of her cunt. It found the entrance again on its own volition, and easily slipped back inside. She gasped, still looking at him with that combination of nervousness and desire. Her tight pussy was gripping his organ incredibly tight, but he managed to force another inch of himself inside her.
“Ohhhh…” she moaned softly. It felt so good having someone enter her again! She felt like she was being stretched so wide!
Jamie began to fuck her with just the top half of his cock, loving how hot and tight her pussy was on that part of his body. She was such a small woman, and her pussy had the tightness to match! He thrust inside her a little deeper, and she moaned. He thrust deeper still, and she moaned again. He slid his entire cock into her pussy, finally getting it in her all the way.
“Ohhhhh…gawd…” she sighed. He moaned as well, closing his eyes and pressing his groin tightly against hers. His hard, throbbing penis was all the way inside Nita’s tight, welcoming vagina. The two of them were gasping for breath, and they hadn’t even started yet! He looked down at her. She had her eyes closed, relishing the rare feeling of having her pussy filled. She opened her eyes and he smiled at her. She smiled back, and he kissed her thick, full lips. He kissed her again and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entry. He kissed her hard, still holding his cock all the way inside her as his tongue explored her mouth. Almost directly above them, her friend…his wife… was fast asleep. At least…that was what they hoped!
Nita began to rub her crotch against him, and he could feel her run her bare feet up and down the outside of his legs. Reluctantly, he slowly eased his manhood out of her slick tunnel. She moaned into his mouth, feeling every inch of his rigid pole slide along the sensitive walls of her inner vagina. Eagerly, he slid himself back into her warmth.
“Ohh!” she groaned, breaking the kiss for a moment before kissing him again. She raised her feet into the air a little bit on either side of him as he began to thrust in and out of her. Nita was in heaven. Jamie was plunging his thick member into her needy depths over and over again, and she felt almost like a virgin! Sex was a rarity for her, but common in her thoughts and needs – and she finally found it on the couch in her friend’s house with her friend’s husband!
She humped her hips upward, meeting each and every one of his thrusts. He was fucking her a little faster, and the two were forced to break their passionate kiss.
“Oh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she moaned quietly, feet flailing in the air on either side of him. Her eyes were closed and she was facing off to the side as he drilled her innocent cunt with his rampant hard-on. He held himself up a little so he could watch her deceptively ample breasts bounce hypnotically up and down with each of his thrusts. His gaze slid further down her body, over her sexy belly to her neatly trimmed bush and where his pole was disappearing and appearing over and over. He was losing it already. He had to slow things down. Remembering that he did not really get the chance to enjoy her pussy for very long, he pulled his dick out of her horny twat.
“Oh!” she gasped in surprise, opening her eyes. She watched as Jamie quickly knelt on the floor, turning her body towards him so that he was between her legs. Quickly sliding his hands underneath her ass, he raised her pussy up to his mouth. He slid his tongue into her hot, steamy tunnel.
“Ohhhhh…” she sighed, placing a hand on the back of his head and rubbing her crotch against his face. He loved her taste! He could eat Nita’s pussy all night! He twirled his tongue around the inside of her cunt, and she raised her ass out of his hands, moaning. Her own hand was pushing his face harder against her pussy. He slipped his tongue out of her twat and sucked the thick lips of her wonderful cunt into his mouth. He ran his tongue up and down the silky skin, and she shuddered.
She could feel an orgasm rising within her, and she knew that when it came it would be every bit as powerful as the last one. She was shaking. Frightened and excited about the intensity of what was to come. The tingles in her vagina were building rapidly. Her muscles started to tense. Jamie released the lips of her pussy but suddenly clamped his mouth over her clit.
Bolts of pleasure exploded in her body.
“Unh!” she cried out. Her orgasm exploded inside her. She was a shaking, quivering mess as she came, rubbing her crotch up and down his face, holding him between her thighs with her hand. She curled and uncurled her toes as she tried to regain control of her clenching muscles. “Ohhhh…” she shuddered, tears in her eyes. The inner walls of her pussy were convulsing, and she could feel the blood rushing through her veins.
The entire experience took under two minutes. Jamie could not believe how fast this woman came when he went down on her! He’d dwell on it later. Right now, he had to get back inside that beautiful goddess!
Putting her heels up on his shoulders and standing on the floor, he hovered over her, turning her body the rest of the way so that her head was against the back of the couch and her pussy rested on the edge. He aimed his penis at the entrance to her treasure and thrust forward. His cock easily pierced her tight pussy, sliding all the way into her wetness in one hard stroke.
“UNH!” she moaned a little loudly. Her insides were all topsy-turvy as she tried to recover, but having his dick back inside her did nothing to help! Jamie began fuck Nita hard, plunging his manhood deep inside her cunt over and over. Her feet were flailing on either side of his head and he turned to kiss the inside of her right foot, and then turned the other way to do the same thing to her left.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she moaned as he pistoned in and out of her tiny body. Her tits were bouncing up and down, and he had a clear image of her gorgeous pussy accepting his member over and over. Each time he withdrew, the dark brown lips of her vagina were pulled outward, only to be forced back when he jammed his penis back inside her.
Jamie began to fuck her as hard as he possibly could. It almost looked wicked – such a big man pounding into such a small woman, seemingly without mercy. He was sliding the couch back half an inch each time he rammed himself into her. Nita’s cries were still quiet, but very high in pitch. She loved getting fucked this hard! She was helpless, lost in both her feelings, and desires. She needed this! Her beautiful face was scrunched up in ecstasy as her friend’s husband jackhammered in and out of her underutilized body.
He could feel his balls heating up again, and this time he knew he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. He slid his penis in and out of Nita’s vagina rapidly a few more times before pulling out of her.
She heard him moan as she watched pearly-white goo fire out the end of his manhood, splattering across her belly. Her husband had always came inside her – she couldn’t remember if she had ever seen cum live before! She definitely seen it online, but live? She doubted it. She could not believe how hot Jamie’s cum was when it hit her stomach. She watched his dick twitch again, and saw more of his semen pour out of him and drip just below her belly button. As cool as this sight was, Nita felt a desperate longing to have this man cum inside her! It almost felt sacrilegious to waste his seed on her belly! It just didn’t feel right!
She was fascinated all the same, watching more of his thick juice leak out of his cock and drip onto the curls of her bush. He sighed, gasping for breath as he grabbed the box of tissues off the nearby coffee table. He handed it to her as he sat down beside her. Nita began to clean Jamie’s cum off her belly. She, too, was trying to catch her breath. He looked at her. This beautiful, tiny, naked woman.
“Did you like that?” he asked, smiling knowingly. Nita smiled, her eyes glittering.
“Yes!” she was not a woman of many words. He placed his hand on the side of her face, cupping her chin as he turned her his way. He kissed her softly on those sexy, full lips of hers, and then he kissed her again.
“We should get dressed and get to bed.” He said. She nodded. Too shy to ask for another round. Fortunately for him, that was the last time that she was too shy to ask that question.
Not knowing if he would ever get the pleasure of seeing her naked again, Jamie made sure that he watched Nita carefully as she bent over in front of him and picked up her panties off the floor. She stepped into them one by one, but his eyes were locked onto her beautiful, naked ass right up until it was covered by the black lace.
The End
A Friend In Need
Let me first explain that I’m an alright looking guy, I’ve gone on a few dates and I know my way around a pussy, I just don’t prefer to get attached to people because, let’s face it, high school doesn’t last as long as we’d like and ideally, graduation is the last time you see your friends before departing to bigger and better things. Well, we had finally embarked on our last week of full-classes which was humbly known notoriously as Senior Prank week. Now, unlike most conventional prank weeks that high schools have adopted, these pranks weren’t limited to teachers and faculty- or even the vicinity of the campus- no, these pranks are meant for the seniors themselves, meant to be waged against one another in a war-like commitment.
In my group I had some good friends but there were a couple douches there as well- it’s complicated but we were sort of the ’leftovers’ from other groups that had dissipated over the years due to the public school systems’ effective regiment of there being “no child left behind” which bastardized us away from our former cliques in with one another. Sounds great and it was at times, but there was more of a rivalry there than anything else.
You see, I was more of the writer/journalist of the group while on the opposite end of the spectrum was this loudmouth ass. A self-proclaimed Jock, though no longer since he flunked out last year and this is his second go-around. He was always challenging people to fights and overall just raising hell whenever he could out of spite. As you can probably guess, we were definitely in each others’ crosshairs in senior prank week.
Now, obviously we do get along now and again and in fact, one common ground we do share is an intense trust and friendship with his little sister- we’ll call her Robin. I had known her since Freshman year and me and the Jock immediately butted heads because he assumed I was hitting on her during a research paper in which we were paired up to write a paper outside of class- which meant hanging around in the library, each others’ houses, at public places, etc. And we just happened to click and get along so we’ve been talking ever since which turned me from “random lit geek to pick on” to “liability to waking up with evil glare of little sister”. Now because it’s the PC thing to do I can’t continue until I let you know that when I say “little” I don’t mean that she’s a Sophomore or anything- I mean that she’s 18 like me and he’s almost 20 in high school.
That being said, I know what you’re thinking “So what does she look like?”
Well she’s blonde, about 5'8", washboard chest- some guys have an issue with that, I’m more of an ass man myself and yes, just as her brother she is quite athletic and reprised the mantle of her flunky brother as “senior athlete” which he was devoutly proud of. She’s quite popular with the guys most of the time- but getting past her brother is something that just doesn’t happen too often and I felt bad for her since she was obviously not the slutty type that seemed to be the status quo at this point.
Speaking of which, I had a girlfriend at the time, a beautiful Puerto Rican chica we’ll call Soledad. She was quite curvy and a bit heavy but carried it extremely well, especially in her generous breasts. The only problem is that although we both knew this was just a casual fling, she never put out and rarely returned my advances. I would often share my frustrations with Robin over the whole thing and she would begrudgingly listen to my woes while also criticizing Soledad’s lack of self-respect, though I suspected envy as Soledad was quite well endowed and often had her breasts on display most of the time.
The week prior to Senior Pranks Robin expressed her deepest worries regarding the potential bloodshed and epic war campaign me and her brother would wage against one another and I refused to disclose any details to her at all for fear that she’d ruin my plans by narcing to her brother. Not that she was the type to do that, but I didn’t want to take any chances with the idea I had.
I started off with a preemptive strike which included making him believe that I had filled a balloon full of urine (it was actually full of mildly heated vinegar-) and hit him over the head with it as he left class in the empty parking lot in front of mutual friends and passersby. This prompted him to freak out and begin heaving as though he was going to puke. Gagging and convulsing aside, there was no real harm done, no one was hurt and it was a good laugh after I showed him that it was indeed vinegar and not urine. Besides, a longstanding rule in the school was that if anyone went to the teachers and narc’d then not only would that hurt the whole spirit of the week- but due to anti-prank regulations on campus we may not be able to walk at graduation and the tattle would be shunned.
So it was on, the war had begun.
I thought I was ready for anything.
So that Thursday I’m at lunch, sitting with my buddies and they’re all talking about graduation night events and what we’ll do to celebrate- suddenly Soledad sits next to me in this very revealing crop-top that gave me a great view of her deep cleavage. She then insists on me trying some of her cookies she brought from her parents function the prior night and hands me a cookie while rubbing her breasts against me adoringly. Thinking nothing out of the ordinary (she was quite a good baker) I had a few cookies as she continued to urge me to keep eating as much as I wanted. I had about three of the chips-ahoy sized pastries until I realized everyone was choking their laughter back and looking at me.
My first thought was that someone had replaced the cookies and somehow put laxatives in them. I looked to Soledad in fear but she also had the same look on her face. “What’s going on?” I asked slowly.
The Jock suddenly rushed me and laughed triumphantly, after a brief back and forth which took far longer than the setup for this story that I’m going to have you endure, he finally said,
“You have about an hour before lift off-”
Suddenly my head was spinning. Did he lace the cookies with speed? LSD? Marijuana? Luckily for me I had only one class left that day but there was still the ride home to think about- before I could ask further he took out a box and set it in front of me so that everyone could see.
“Viagra???” I exclaimed.
Everyone burst out laughing.
My first instinct kicked in and I looked at Soledad, she too was laughing hysterically and hadn’t the single hint of sympathy. She knew the cookies were drugged! After 10 minutes of trying to ascertain if this was some payback for making him believe I cruelly pranked him the day before and maybe he was trying to psyche me out, I realized that this was all too serious. When I pulled Soledad aside behind the bleachers of the gym so that we could talk about this in private without anyone else having to know of my disposition- she simply announced that “it’s just time to go our separate ways”.
I protested, completely befallen with fear.
Suddenly, yanking the tie from the crop-top- the hammock falls freely along with her tan breasts, her dark nipples starring at me angrily as she uses both hands to jiggle them. I go silent and in horror, before I can even get my breath back- I’m hard as a rock.
Without saying a word she smirks and ties her top back, tucking away her brown spheres and saying, “We knew this was going to happen, you go your way and I go mine.”
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“You can’t leave me like this-” I protest but she won’t hear of it. She leaves, swaying her ass as she walks away and out of my life for good, leaving me and my disposition for the entire world to see.
There I emerged, exposed and vulnerable.
And it hurt, my cock felt like thousands of pins were sticking into every single nerve and I felt buzzed. Without a single idea as to what to do- or reason to remain in class- I ran to my car and pulled out as the Jock ran up to the window and banged on the door hooting and hollering while my- his- friends began making jerking motions in the air and I realized that that’s probably what it was going to take to get this hard-on to go away.
But this was Viagra, it wasn’t a matter of tossing one off and turning on the TV, this was probably the long-lasting, elephant hormone crap meant for hundred-year-old men with ED.
“FUCK-” I screamed, driving home and weaving wildly.
I’m about average size a little under 7 inches, but my cock felt at least slightly longer and I mean that in the sense that it was uncomfortable- it was so humiliating I didn’t know what to do, who to call. As the guys put it, I’d probably spend the evening jerking until my arm fell off.
Finally it wasn’t until I got home that it occurred to me the old warning about Viagra- any erection lasting longer than 4 hours would be hazardous and may even lead to impotency. As in, if I didn’t cum soon and relieve that tension I may never had an erection again.
Running into my empty house and clumsily locking the door behind me, I darted to my room, dropping my pants and horrified at the sight of my swollen cock- and no that’s not me complimenting myself- my cock looked like it was suffering from anaphylaxis. I looked like a dildo about to explode. The engorged cock was indeed uncomfortably longer than usual and it was at full-tilt upward, revealed to the rest of the world as though it had a grudge and purple as ever.
I wrapped my hand around the firm shaft and began jerking, careful to look over my shoulder and make sure that they hadn’t planted cameras anywhere or that this was only the first phase of something much more pervasive.
“Okay get a hold of yourself-” I muttered, walking to my computer as my cock bopped agonizingly in the open air. “I’ll be okay-” I reassured myself. I logged into my computer, there was an email from my mom explaining that she wouldn’t be home until late tonight- wonderful. So I ditched the email, went to my preferred porn site and I found a 30 minute clip from a site that had the most beautiful natural women on the net (in my opinion) and began jerking away.
The video consisted of a white woman with pale nipples, she had EE cup breasts and a big round ass with long dark hair that went all the day down the small of her back. The video began with an interview and subsequently lead to an all-out hardcore fuck with a well-endowed man. Try as I might, maybe it was the embarrassment, maybe it was the pain/pleasure ratio, maybe I was just overworked and freaking out, but I was about 25 minutes through the clip and nothing- my heart was racing, I was sweating bullets and at any time I stopped to take a rest, my cock simply buzzed and throbbed as though it was the ultimate case of blue balls.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, but the door bell what made me jump.
I ignored it once and continued trying to cum until the bell came again.
“It’s me, Robin!” the female voice chirped, “I know you’re here, your car is upfront, please answer the door-”
I stopped, winced at the excruciating agony and stood, pulling my boxers from the ground, slipping them over my sensitive member and waddled to the door. I cracked it open to see Robin standing there, she looked worried and I guess my strained expression only made her even worse.
“I came over her as soon as I heard- I am so fucking sorry-”
“It’s okay,” I grunted, “So I guess words spread already-”
“The doesn’t matter, we need to get you to a hospital-” She insisted.
“NO-” I told her, “I’ve been humiliated enough-” I hyperventilated. This was too much, I didn’t want to be humiliated like this anymore and I was in very bad pain at this point but felt as though at any given moment I’d cum buckets. The frustration and indignity was too much to handle and I found myself beginning to break down.
“Let me in at least,” Robin told me, slipping through, I still hid behind the door and tried to regain my composure and also felt completely perverted if I were to display my erection before someone I considered family. She looked at me sympathetically and told me, “It’s okay, you can close the door- I’m not here to hurt you anymore like those idiots-”
I closed the door, locking it and subsequently revealing my tent.
Robin’s eyes were immediately glued to it as I made no attempt to hide anything. I simply lowered my head. Yet she made no smile, nor interest in my cock, rather evaluated my state of embarrassment and pain.
“We’re both adults here,” She told me in a calm manner, “This isn’t the first one I’ve seen and I think it would be best if we air it out a bit and get comfortable, that’s a lot of blood coursing through it and we don’t need anything getting cut off.”
What else could I do?
I dropped trow and revealed my swollen cock, stepping out of the puddle which my boxers produced. She simply looked at it and asked, “Does it hurt?”
I nodded, unable to speak in front of her.
She paced around for a moment, as though contemplating what to do next, “When did you first get hard?”
“Almost an hour ago.” I replied.
She took a deep breath, “This isn’t good-”
“It hurts, Robin.” I whispered. “But I don’t want people to know about…” I trailed off.
“My brother is an idiot for this-” She growled, " I can’t believe he would be this STUPID- And Soledad- I’m going to kick her ass-"
“I started it-” I replied dismally-
“But this is taking it too far.” She clarified, looking at my member.
Another moment passed and my hand gesture to it as though my cock was controlling my body and urging me to finish the job somehow. I let out a frustrated grunt, I wasn’t going to jerk it in front of her and I was hoping that the overall embarrassment of being on display would scare the hard out of it. Robin then put her hands to her face and announced-
“I’ll help you.”
I looked to her in disbelief.
She withdrew her hands from her face and looked at me as seriously as she possibly could. “You’re in pain, You obviously are too worked up to be doing this alone, and my brother is the reason why all of this is happening- it’s the only way we can make things right and maybe since I’m a chick it’ll be easier to get off..”
“But-”
“I lost my virginity awhile back,” She admitted, “I’ve had vibrator since I first got into high school and someone told me penetration was the best way to get an orgasm- long story short I had to go to the hospital because I shoved it in too far and popped my cheery and I freaked out…” She looked away, breaking eye contact with me, “I know it’s very humiliating to go to the hospital in such a manner and I wanted to be there for you if you had to go- but I can also do this for you too-”
“But Robin-” I tried to protest.
She then began stripping down in the most elaborate and unromantic way a woman can strip, taking off her shirt, jeans, kicking off her shoes until she was only in a modest sports bra and lace panties, “We don’t have much time and if we don’t resolve this then you could be really hurt.”
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Robin stood before me, the blonde young woman was very lean and tan, which led me to wonder if she sunbathed nude because I didn’t seen a hint of tan-lines anywhere. “You’re my best friend and you’ve been there for me so I want to be there for you.” She said in a half-genuine/half-embarrassed tone, “Even if that means giving myself to you.” I hesitated, she then chuckled nervously, “I love you, man. Let’s just… Do what comes natural…”
She then turned around and peeled her panties off revealing a very toned ass to me, bending all the way over and exposing her beautiful flower to me before kicking the garment aside and bracing herself against the sofa, “I’m on the pill to regulate my period and I’ve been on it since I was a Junior- and I’m a relative virgin so don’t be shy, just please let’s do this okay?”
I achingly stepped over to the girl as she looked ahead, I could tell she was nervous and I was frantic at this point. Just then, this voice emanated from her that was womanly and not what I was used to hearing- but also motivated me, “Take what you need.”
This was insane, “Please don’t…” I told her.
“Sorry, I’m not sure how to-”
“I’m already hard I think we’ve covered that.” I clarified.
“Maybe I just want-” She then yelped.
“What?!” I asked, looking at her in fear my cockhead was pressing against her lips and threatening entry but I hadn’t done anything just yet, “I’m not even in-”
“I know, I know-“She replied, “It’s just… Really warm and I’m sorry-” She said, sounding more embarrassed, “Go on, put it in, I’m just not used to someone else touching me there is all.” I slowly inserted my cock into her velvet purse, delicately and respectively not trying to hurt her..
“Robin?” I groaned as she shook,
“What’s up?” She asked colloquially.
“This is my first time.” I replied, “I’ve never had sex before…”
She paused as I slowly fed her my entire cock, never stopping until my stomach was flat against her round ass. She then moaned, “I’m honored…”
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Fuck me.” She simply replied.
I pulled back and thrust into her slowly- the sensation was unlike anything that can be described. It was like a wave starting at the tip that cascaded down, into my groin and somehow cascaded out from my pelvis to every single nerve in my body. I groaned loudly and I felt as though my orgasm would come at any moment- though this was nothing new compared to the blue balls I’ve been enduring for almost an hour since Soledad flashed me.
“Are you-”
“NO-” I replied.
We both laughed.
Adjusting her stance, raising her ass she muttered, “Now after all that whining about Soledad, the least you can do is use some of that pent-up aggression on little old me, or are you worried that you’re gonna break me in half?”
“Maybe.” I replied.
She purred, “You can split me in half, I want you to leave a couple marks on me- it’ll be funny a fuck to explain them to my brother-” I thrust deep into her as she buckled, “Yeah, that’s the shit, baby-” She urged as I rammed her again, using the back of her sports bra like reigns on a horse as she tilted her head back, “Fuck me good babe-”
I withdrew and thrust once more- this time it caused the sofa to move up a tad and she shivered, “You know, you can do this faster right?”
It put both hands on her hips and began thrusting inside of her, plunging into her like a drill and fucking her pussy as though my life depended on it. She gripped the pillows on the sofa which she could reach and howled in pleasure.
“I thought you said this was your first time-” She asked, panting and tossing her head back as I plowed her.
“It is-” I groaned, the orgasm building but nothing came, I then said in futility- “I can’t cum-”
She moaned in response, “Keep trying…” She breathed, “Oh GOD- keep trying-”
I pulled out- she looked to me in protest as I shoved her onto the sofa back-first, achingly making my way around it and mounting her in a missionary style, she looked at me surprised.
“I need to see your face.” I explained, “It’ll help.”
She smiled, putting a hand on my cheek lovingly as I inserted myself into her.
I looked at her black sports bra and decided it was time for it to go- I lifted it up and peeled it off of her body much to her chagrin. “Why not?” I asked.
“I have nothing there-” She muttered, but I managed to get the bra off revealing a flat chest with two, very pert, pink nipples.
“Oh I see a couple things-” I replied taking the left nipple into my mouth. I had heard a rumor that the smaller the breast the more sensitive the nipple, and Robin was living proof of that. Soledad was always lukewarm when I pleasured her- but Robin was more responsive to the nipple-play than my cock in her pussy.
“OH YES-” She screamed as I quickened my pace and she wrapped her long beautiful legs around me, “DON’T STOP-” She screamed again forcing me in deeper.
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I continued thrusting, deeper, harder, less considerate and more savagely. I HAD to cum- I NEEDED to cum- then suddenly, overcome with lust- I bit down on her nipple causing her to scream out,
“OH FUCK, OH MY….” Robin screamed, arching her back against me as though trying to merge with my body and finally breathed “GOD-” Her snatch enclosed itself around my cock and pulsated- but I kept thrusting. She suddenly began shaking and the next thing I knew she was repeating the phrase with various emphasizes like a nervous Junior High kid reciting lines for whatever sounded the best accept this was no act.
Robin rolled me off of the sofa and onto the floor, knocking me over and mounted me, it was then that I got a great look at her nude body and she looked down at me, dead serious, “You close?” She asked. Her chest was flushed and she looked more turned on after having her first orgasm than before.
I nodded in response captivated by her beautiful and flawless petite frame. She worked out, that was for sure. To think, I always thought her small frame was absolutely boyish in comparison to Soledad but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her lean body and especially her chest which was indeed flat, but endearing as well.
She mounted me and began bouncing, still recovering from her orgasm, “Don’t’ you need-” I began.
“You need to cum-” She commanded, bouncing on my cock and putting her hands firmly on my chest, ripping off my shirt, “You just lay back-” She panted as I removed the shirt, “I’m going to make you cum- if you don’t make me do it again first- then I guess we’ll keep doing this until you do-”
I let go, not saying or doing anything and letting her ride me. She was quite creative as well, beginning to rotate her hips and gyrate them as though she was belly-dancing, causing me to groan her name aloud which got a great reaction from her.
“Yeah, say my name like a good boy-” She laughed, “I like that a lot-”
She then leaned back, getting lost in her own thoughts and simply enjoying the mutual sensation- I focused on her. Her golden locks tossing about, her flat chest glistening with sweat from her eager lovemaking, and her long, smooth legs straddled around my waist as she rode my cock like a porn star.
Perhaps just as significant, her closed-eye smile spoke volumes.
Suddenly I felt it.
“OH FU-”
“ARE YOU-” She began but suddenly let out a silent scream.
I was cumming- and it was a torrent.
“Oh….My…” Robin cooed, leaning against me as I rolled her over to her back once more and delayed my orgasm (which hurt like a son of a bitch) so that I could dispense everything I had. She was completely limp and looked to me in silence and with a profound look on her face. I began thrusting again, emptying my seed into her sweet pussy as she convulsed, but dared not to make a sound. It felt like minutes were going by and my cock was twitching and spurting even though there was nothing left to give- I was shaking and convulsing from the intense and fevered orgasm until I felt I would succumb to cardiac arrest.
Somehow my orgasm subsided and Robin looked at me and simply uttered, “That was so amazing…”
Taking my cock out I realized that I was still hard despite that incredible orgasm.
Not missing a beat she hungrily leapt on me, taking it into her mouth and shoving me back. “I can-” I started, feeling as though the pain had subsided.
“I want this.” She told me, looking at me, determined and lustful.
I didn’t blink as she worked my cock, sucking and slurping out collective juices off of it and playing with my testicles. The way she went about it was nothing less than voracious lust and sexual fire. I had no clue that the Jocks’ “little” sister was such a devious cumslut but then again I realized that deep down, through all of this, not only was she willing to share herself so intimately but she was also doing me a massive favor and willing to give herself up for my sake.
I felt touched.
That aside, Robin was absolutely a prodigy with her tongue and used it to tease but also follow through with her suctioning and modest lips. I’m not sure how long it took but once again I could feel myself about to cum and I gave her fair warning. She then removed her mouth and jerked me off.
“Cum for me babe,” She chanting, “I want it everywhere-” Her eyes peered up to me and I stared back with a smile.
Snapping out of her deviant attitude, she continued jerking and gave me a warm smile. Kneeling there and in a relaxed posture, she didn’t look like herself, she looked like something divine or beyond my level of comprehension and this was becoming less of a sexual thing and far more of a truly memorable experience for the both of us.
A ribbon of cum flew into the air as she ducked away in surprised, another ribbon and yet another ribbon shot into the air as I bucked around. “Oh God Robin-” I gasped.
“Good boy,” She cooed, “Let it all out, don’t be ashamed-” She smiled, watching my erupting cock. Soon there was nothing left to give and my cock convulsed once more- but there was something “final” about this in which it began to recede, as in, my cock was spent.
Robin put her face to my cock again to finish the job for good measure but I stopped her. “No.” I told her, “I want this right.” I said.
Laying her back once more, this wasn’t about the pranks, drugs, or even about the sex. This was a girl- no- a woman who was a constant throughout the tumultuous years of my high school career and in one week that wouldn’t mean anything because we’d be going our separate ways- but at least, for now, it could mean everything.
“Are you still hard?” She asked softly in a concerned voice.
“Give me a minute and I will be.” I told her with a smile.
Robin returned my smile, “For you, I’d wait an eternity.”
I leaned in and we shared our first kiss ever.
I then found myself kissing down her chest, “Now YOU lay back-” I told her, “It’s my turn to take care of you!”
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A week later we graduated. Word around campus is that I spent the entire night jerking off until I had to secretly be taken to a hospital to get my cock drained, I didn’t dare tell anyone otherwise because I respected Robin too much.
As for graduation night- well- I didn’t feel like hanging out with that crowd anymore and coincidentally all of the Jock’s friends weren’t too avid on baby sitting and so my fellow graduating classmate Robin and I decided to spend one last night together… Going to go see a movie, that is.
Although, I have to hand it to the Jock, he had the best prank that particular year and certainly outdid me. I had the last laugh when, almost a decade down the line, Robin introduced her family to her new fiancé.
The End