candlewick

9 min·Jun 30

My name is Lucas, and I'm 19 years old. This summer, something unbelievable went down at the lake house my family rents every year. I'm a shy guy, always have been, and up until this summer, I'd never so much as kissed a girl. I'm not hideous or anything, but I'm no movie star either - just a lanky dude with messy brown hair who gets tongue-tied around anyone I'm into. I'm tall, but my body's more "string bean" than "jacked." I don't exactly turn heads, and I spend way too much time alone, lost in my own fantasies. This summer, those fantasies had a muse: my neighbor from the cabin next door, Margaret. I know, I know - sounds wild, right? She's in her early 50s, married, with two daughters. One's my age, drop-dead gorgeous, but always off with her friends, so I barely catch a glimpse of her. The other's younger, still in middle school. Margaret's not what you'd call a knockout - short, with a pixie cut, a plain face, and a soft, curvy body that's more cozy than glamorous. But there's something about her chest that drives me absolutely insane - full, heavy, and impossible to ignore. Every afternoon, when my parents were out fishing or running errands, I'd lock myself in my room, strip down, and watch her from behind the curtains. She'd be out on her deck, sweeping or watering plants, wearing this loose tank top that'd slip down her shoulders, giving me a teasing view of her cleavage. When she bent over to pick something up, it was like the world stopped - her curves practically spilled out, and I'd be glued to the window, heart pounding, barely able to breathe. I'd keep the curtains cracked just enough to stay hidden, and that sight alone was enough to get me going. One day, I was in the middle of, well, you know (and no, I'm not some pornstar legend - six inches, maybe, on a good day), thinking I was safe since her husband and daughters had left for town. Suddenly, I saw her walking up to our cabin. I panicked, yanking on my swim trunks and sprinting to the door as she knocked insistently. No time for a shirt, and yeah, my situation was pretty obvious through the thin fabric.Lucas, can I borrow your pruning shears? - she asked, her voice warm, almost playful. I grabbed the shears from the shed, my face burning like I'd been out in the sun too long. I was a nervous wreck, probably looking like a total idiot.Some of those branches are too high for me. Could you give me a hand? - she said, tilting her head. I nodded, barely able to form words. As we worked, she kept the conversation going - why didn't I hang out with the other kids around the lake, was I seeing anyone, that kind of thing. Then she handed me a cold soda, saying I looked parched. It was one of those sweltering days where the air felt like a wet blanket, and sweat was unavoidable. The soda went down easy, and she offered another. Two drinks in, my head was buzzing just enough to loosen me up. She'd tugged her tank top straps back into place, but being so close to her - smelling her faint floral perfume, seeing the way her top clung to her curves - kept me on edge. My trunks weren't hiding much, and I swear she stole a glance or two. Sometimes, she'd brush against me while reaching for a branch, her breast grazing my arm, sending a jolt through my whole body. When we finished, she invited me inside for a glass of lemonade. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but my feet followed her anyway. Sitting on her couch, I noticed my trunks were damp - not just from the heat. My nerves went into overdrive. Margaret sat close, her thigh almost touching mine, and I caught her eyes flicker downward.It's brutal out there, isn't it? Feel me - I'm soaked too... - she said, her voice low. Before I could process, she took my hand and guided it to her inner thigh, nudging her shorts aside. She was warm, slick, and undeniably aroused. A mischievous grin spread across her face.You think I don't notice? You've been hard as a rock out there, and it's got me all worked up. I know what you've been doing in your room, Lucas, but having you this close? That's a whole different kind of heat. I froze, mortified that she knew about my private moments, but before I could stammer an excuse, her lips crashed into mine. Her kiss was hungry, urgent, her tongue teasing mine as she grabbed me through my trunks, her fingers firm and confident. The sodas gave me just enough courage to kiss her back, my hands fumbling to her chest, squeezing the soft weight of her breasts through her top. We were a tangle of heat and need, breathing hard, hands roaming without restraint. Her fingers slipped inside my trunks, wrapping around me with a slow, deliberate stroke that made me groan into her mouth. I tugged her tank top down, freeing her breasts - they were heavy, slightly sagging, with wide, dusky-pink areolas and nipples that stiffened under my touch. I couldn't resist; I lowered my head, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. Her moans were loud, her hands gripping my hair, urging me to keep going. "God, Lucas, you're so good at that, " she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. I slid her shorts and underwear down to her ankles, revealing a dense patch of dark hair. The scent was intense, primal, but it only fueled my arousal. I parted her thighs, my fingers trembling as I explored her, finding her slick and warm. I lowered my mouth, tasting her, my tongue fumbling at first but guided by her gasps until I found the spot that made her hips buck. Her fingers tightened in my hair, her thighs quivering as she came, her release coating my lips and chin. I lapped it up, lost in the moment, her cries echoing in my ears. I realized I'd climaxed too, my trunks a mess. I mumbled it to her, embarrassed, but Margaret didn't hesitate. She yanked my trunks down, her mouth closing around me, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip as she sucked with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sight of her - graying pixie cut bobbing, lips stretched around me - sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I was hard again in seconds. My hands found her breasts, kneading them as they swayed with her movements, her moans vibrating against me.I need you inside me - I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I guided her back onto the couch, her legs spreading wide, her entrance glistening. She looked like something out of my wildest dreams, raw and open. She guided me in, and I sank into her, the warmth and tightness overwhelming. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, but her hips rocked to meet mine, urging me deeper. "Fuck, Lucas, you feel so good, " she moaned, her voice raw. I thrust slowly at first, savoring every inch, our mouths locked in a desperate kiss, tongues tangling as we moved together.On your knees - I said, surprising myself with the command. She turned eagerly, her round ass in the air, her breasts swaying beneath her. I entered her again, gripping her hips, the sight of her curves driving me wild. My fingers wandered, teasing her other entrance, and she let out a low, throaty moan. I pressed one finger inside, then two, feeling her tighten around them. She gasped, a mix of pleasure and surprise, as I added a third, her body trembling. "I'm gonna take you there, " I said, my voice shaking with need. I pulled out, slick from her, and pressed against her tighter hole. It was slow, agonizingly tight, her curses filling the air as I pushed in, inch by inch. "You're tearing me apart, " she groaned, but her hips pushed back, urging me on. I moved carefully, my hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit, easing her into it. Her moans turned to pleas as she adjusted, and I thrust deeper, my balls pressed against her as she cried out. The sensation was unreal, her tightness gripping me like a vise. I pulled back and thrust again, her screams turning to demands for more. "Harder, Lucas, break me, " she begged. I lost myself in the rhythm, her body rocking beneath me, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. When I couldn't hold back, I pulled out, telling her to turn around. She did, eyes wild, and I stroked myself frantically, unloading across her face and chest. Thick ropes of cum painted her skin, dripping down her breasts as she smeared it over herself, licking her lips with a wicked smile.That summer, I found every excuse to sneak over to her cabin, our secret encounters becoming the highlight of my days.

5 min·Apr 27

For six years, the painter who'd dreamed of having me was finally in my embrace, showing me the wait wasn't for nothing, that the longing wasn't overstated... Last night, Caleb surrendered to me. He's mine, and I'm unraveling with it. Even strolling beside him, my arm looped through his, feeling the lean curve of his hips, the solid warmth of his torso where my cheek rested - he's got to be nearly a foot taller than me - was enough to set me ablaze. Those hazel eyes, shimmering with devotion, those kisses that turned my knees to liquid. We reached the hotel, and he began to undress me with deliberate care. My gauzy sundress slipped to the floor, followed by my cream linen shorts (yes, at thirty-nine, I can still pull off shorts, my legs sculpted and skin silken from Pilates, oils, and meticulous care - you know nothing's effortless). I, in turn, tugged his Henley over his head, revealing the taut lines of his frame, and unbuckled his belt with trembling fingers (he left this morning, and the ache for him is already clawing at me). In the bathroom, we stood before the fogged-up mirror, kissing fiercely, his head bowed so I could capture his soft, urgent lips. I guided him to the bed and took him in my mouth, savoring every shudder. There's something electric about it - feeling him unravel beneath me, his breath hitching, his body pliant and wholly mine. His length grew harder against my tongue, my own desire pooling as one hand traced the ridges of his abdomen, the other circling my own sensitive spots. The air hummed with anticipation, the certainty of what would follow making every touch more intense. I knew, after six years of stolen glances, this brilliant artist was finally mine. That pulsing hardness I teased with my lips would soon be buried deep inside me, whenever I chose to claim it. And I couldn't wait any longer. With him stretched out at the bed's edge, I straddled him, lowering myself slowly, inch by searing inch, until he filled me completely. Our eyes locked, my hands braced against his chest as I moved, each roll of my hips drawing gasps from us both. I rode him, clinging to him, my lips grazing his jaw, his throat, tasting the salt of his skin. I rode him, aware that love isn't singular, that the heart can hold space for more than one. That with him, I'd weave a life. My rhythm quickened, chasing the crest of my pleasure, until he moved with sudden grace, lifting me without breaking our connection. He turned us, laying me beneath him, his weight a delicious anchor. His thrusts were slow at first, tender, each one stoking the fire between us. His hands roamed - cupping my breasts, grazing my thighs - while his mouth found the hollow of my collarbone, drawing soft moans from me. The intensity built, his pace growing urgent, until he shattered inside me, our cries mingling in the dim room. Still flushed, we didn't bother cleaning up before heading out to eat. I chose lightly - a pear and arugula salad, a sliver of focaccia - knowing we'd return soon. Over the meal, we traced the six years of yearning, the near-misses, the reasons - saved for another chapter of this tale - why we'd held back. The conversation three weeks ago that changed everything. His quiet resolve to finally give in. Back at the hotel, he called for a bottle of Dom Pérignon, paired with figs and dark chocolate (at thirty-four, he's a celebrated muralist... and I recalled, just a week prior, footing the bill for another). As we waited, I sprawled naked across the sheets, watching the steam rise from the filling jacuzzi. When he joined me, he shut off the tap and knelt between my thighs, his lips tracing a slow path from my navel to the sensitive peaks of my breasts, asking in a low murmur what I craved. His fingers followed, teasing, exploring, until I was arching beneath him, begging for more. He entered me again, this time with a reverence that made my chest ache, each thrust measured, deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. We moved together, bodies slick, until the wave crashed over me, pulling him along in its wake. We sank into the jacuzzi, sipping champagne, the bubbles tingling against our skin. Later, we made love again, slower, languid, before collapsing into each other's arms. He slipped away at dawn, but not for long - he'll be back in my embrace, another day...

9 min·Apr 19

I'd just settled into my own place, a small but cozy apartment in a quiet neighborhood. Independence had always been my thing, and after hustling to secure a stable job, I finally had the means to live solo. The thrill of it was still fresh. A few weeks in, I invited my mom over to see the place and get her take on it. It was a warm Sunday evening, and she called to check if I needed anything for her visit. I told her I had everything covered, but she insisted she might bring a little something anyway. Around 7 p.m., the buzzer sounded. I opened the door to find Mom looking radiant in a deep blue sundress that hugged her curves, paired with strappy sandals. Her hair was swept up, and she carried a casual elegance that made her stand out. She'd brought a bag of food despite my protests - a spread of fresh bread, cheeses, and some chocolate tarts from a local patisserie she knew I loved. The sight of those tarts alone had me salivating. She stepped inside, fanning herself. " - It's like an oven out there, - " she said, her cheeks flushed from the heat. " - Could you grab me some water, hon? - " I nodded and hurried to the kitchen, but in my haste, I fumbled the glass as I handed it to her. Water splashed across her chest, soaking the front of her dress. The fabric clung to her, outlining her black lace bra and dampening the skirt below. I burst out laughing at the mess I'd made, and she joined in, shaking her head. " - Oh, you've drenched me, sweetheart! - " she teased, still chuckling. I grabbed a towel and, trying to be helpful, dabbed at her chest, maybe lingering a bit too long. She raised an eyebrow but smiled. " - Careful, you're gonna make it worse, - " she said playfully. I stepped back, embarrassed, as she peeled off the damp dress, revealing her bra and the way her skirt still clung to her hips. " - This bra's a favorite, - " I blurted out, instantly cringing at my boldness. She laughed, covering herself with the dress, and said, " - Flatterer. I'm hopping in the shower to clean up. " She left the dress draped over a chair, and I tried to scrub the water stain out, but it was hopeless. The sound of the shower running filled the apartment, and my mind wandered. That glimpse of her in her bra had stirred something in me - curiosity, maybe more. I knew I shouldn't, but I found myself drifting toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and the shower curtain wasn't fully closed. I peeked in, catching sight of her silhouette through the steam, her hands gliding over her body as she washed her hair. I stepped closer, too drawn in to stop, but the floor creaked, and her eyes snapped to mine. She gasped, yanking the curtain shut. " - I, uh, brought you a towel! - " I stammered, holding one up like a shield. She peeked out, her expression softening into a smile. " - Thanks, you're too sweet, - " she said, and I left the towel on the counter, retreating with my heart pounding. By the time we sat down to eat, she'd changed into one of my old t-shirts and a pair of shorts she'd packed. The casual look only made her more striking. As we shared the bread and cheese, I told her how much her visit meant, how the apartment felt warmer with her there. She leaned back, sipping wine, and admitted she'd been thinking of staying a few days. " - I'd love that, - " I said. " - Stay as long as you want. - " Her eyes softened, and she confided that since her split from Dad, she'd felt isolated. I reached for her hand. " - I'm here for you, whatever you need." She squeezed my hand, her voice low. " - You've always been my rock." We finished dinner, her gaze lingering on me with a tenderness that felt new. I cleared the plates while she stretched out on the couch, her legs bare and relaxed. I brought her a mug of herbal tea, and as she thanked me, I noticed her painted toenails - a bright, summery pink. Feeling bold, I said, " - You look so at ease like this, just chilling. - " She laughed, a faint blush on her cheeks. I nodded at her feet. " - Those nails are on point. Bet you could do some fancy footwork with them. - " She wiggled her toes, giggling, and shot back, " - Oh, you'd be surprised. - " We clinked glasses, toasting to good company. On a whim, I offered a foot massage, and her eyes lit up. " - I'd never say no to that, - " she said, settling back. I started with her feet, her skin soft and warm under my hands. As I worked, she sighed, her body loosening. I moved to her calves, and she shifted, lying face-down on the couch. Her shorts rode up slightly, revealing the curve of her thighs and the edge of her red underwear. The sight sent a jolt through me, and I tried to focus on the massage, but the air felt charged. My hands glided higher, kneading her calves, and I could feel her relax further, her breaths deepening. I was hyper-aware of my own excitement, discreetly adjusting myself to hide it. Testing the waters, I pressed a soft kiss to her ankle, and she let out a quiet hum. Emboldened, I kissed her toes, and her hum became a soft moan. My hands slid up her thighs, and I glanced at her - she was watching me, her lips parted, her eyes heavy with something unspoken. The room grew warmer, her moans more frequent as I kissed her feet again, lingering on each toe. Our eyes met, and she bit her lip, a silent invitation. She rolled onto her back, her voice soft. " - Come here, lie with me. - " I slid beside her, our bodies close, and I kissed her shoulder, my hand brushing her chest. The t-shirt was thin, and I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples firm under my touch. She guided my hand to her breast, gasping as I squeezed gently, her body arching into mine. I kissed her neck, savoring her warmth, and she tilted her head, giving me more access. Her hand found mine, guiding it lower, under the waistband of her shorts. Her underwear was damp, and the discovery sent a surge of heat through me. I hesitated, but she pressed my hand closer, her breath hitching. " - Don't stop, - " she whispered. I kissed her deeply, our lips meeting with a hunger that surprised us both. She tasted faintly of wine, her tongue teasing mine as she pulled me closer. I tugged her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts, and took one in my mouth, circling her nipple with my tongue. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She yanked my shirt off, her hands exploring my chest before undoing my jeans. Her touch was electric as she freed me, stroking slowly, her eyes locked on mine. I slid her shorts and underwear off, kissing down her stomach until I reached her core. She was slick and warm, and I took my time, tasting her, teasing her with slow licks and gentle sucks. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against me as I slipped a finger inside, curling it to find the spot that made her gasp. She pulled me up, her lips crashing into mine, and guided me to her mouth. Her tongue swirled around me, deliberate and intense, her hand working in rhythm. I groaned, barely holding on. " - I need you, - " she murmured, and I positioned myself above her. She wrapped her legs around me, guiding me inside. The sensation was overwhelming - tight, warm, and perfect. She moved with me, her hips meeting every thrust, her nails digging into my back. I leaned down, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples as she moaned my name. We shifted, and I turned her onto her stomach, entering her again from behind. The angle was deeper, and her moans turned to cries of pleasure. I gripped her hips, moving faster, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. She reached back, her hand on my thigh, urging me on. " - Harder, - " she gasped, and I obliged, feeling her tighten around me. Her breaths came in short, desperate bursts, and I felt her shudder, her body trembling as she came, her moans echoing in the quiet apartment. I was close, the intensity pushing me to the edge. I pulled out just in time, finishing across her lower back, my own release leaving me breathless. We collapsed together, her laughter soft and warm as she nestled against me. It was a night neither of us would forget, a perfect, unexpected connection in the glow of my new home.

8 min·Apr 14

When I moved to Seattle for grad school, I stayed with my older brother, who lived with his wife, Lily, in a cozy Craftsman house near the university. Lily was magnetic - her laugh could light up a room, and she had this effortless grace, with curves that seemed sculpted to distract. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but it was the way she moved, hips swaying just so, that made it hard to look away. One rainy night, I woke to strange sounds echoing through the house. Barefoot, I padded down the hall, drawn to a faint glow spilling from my brother's bedroom. The door was cracked open, and curiosity got the better of me. I peered inside, my breath catching. A dim lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows over Lily, who was on all fours, her body rocking as my brother moved behind her, their rhythm primal and intense. Her soft moans filled the air, each one syncing with his thrusts. My heart pounded, and I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away. Heat surged through me, and my hand instinctively wandered, mirroring the intensity before me. Then my brother's hand met her skin with a sharp smack, and he let out a low growl, his body shuddering. Lily shifted, turning to take him into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. For a fleeting moment, her gaze flicked toward the door - I ducked back, pulse racing, unsure if I'd been caught. The next morning, Lily brought me coffee at dawn, her usual routine. I was still groggy, no classes until the afternoon since my seminar didn't start until 3 p.m. Around 9 a.m., she returned with another mug, this time wearing a silk robe that clung to her like a second skin, sheer enough to reveal every curve. She slid onto my bed, nudging me over, and said, "So, last night - did you like what you saw? " I played it cool. "What do you mean? " She leaned closer, her voice teasing. "Don't pretend. I caught you watching us - me and your brother." "I was out cold all night, " I said, dodging. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Sure you were. I saw you when I turned to... finish him off." I gave in, my guard dropping. "Alright, fine. It was hot - the way you moved, the way you took him." Her eyes gleamed, and she shifted, her back to me now, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her. She'd climbed into my bed before, but it was always casual, platonic - until now. Emboldened, I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against me so she could feel my arousal. My lips found her neck, tracing soft kisses along her skin, then grazing her earlobe with my teeth. She pressed back, her hips rolling subtly, urging me on. I kissed lower, along her spine, then back up, whispering against her ear as her breath hitched. She turned to face me, and our eyes locked - then our mouths crashed together, tongues dancing in a hungry, desperate tangle. The kiss deepened, all heat and need, as I slid a finger between her lips. She sucked it slowly, her gaze never wavering, and I moved to her chest, kissing one breast, then the other, teasing her nipples with gentle flicks of my tongue. I wet two fingers in my mouth, then trailed them down, slipping them inside her warmth. She gasped, her body arching as I moved slowly, exploring her depths with a steady rhythm, feeling her tighten around me. Our kisses grew frantic, and I slid lower, my lips brushing her stomach, pausing to swirl my tongue in her navel. When I reached her core, I inhaled her scent - musky, intoxicating - and let my tongue glide over her, tasting her sweetness. I teased her folds, then plunged deeper, my tongue stroking inside her as my fingers resumed their slow, deliberate dance. I found her clit, circling it with soft licks before sucking gently, increasing the pressure as her hips bucked. My fingers moved faster now, curling just right, and her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets as she fought to stay quiet. Her body tensed, trembling, and with a stifled cry - "Oh, god" - she came, her release warm and abundant. I savored it, lapping gently, letting the taste linger on my tongue. Climbing back to her mouth, I kissed her deeply, sharing her essence as our tongues intertwined. "Taste how good you are, " I murmured, and she moaned into the kiss, pulling me closer. "Now, " she whispered, her voice raw with want. I positioned myself, my arousal throbbing, and entered her slowly, savoring the way she enveloped me, tight and warm. Each inch was deliberate, her breath hitching as I filled her. We found a rhythm - deep, unhurried thrusts, my hands gripping her hips as she met me move for move. "Harder, " she urged, her nails digging into my back. I obliged, driving deeper, the bed creaking beneath us as our pace quickened. Her moans became pleas - "Yes, like that, don't stop" - and after what felt like an eternity of building heat, we shattered together. Her walls pulsed around me as I spilled into her, wave after wave, our bodies trembling in unison. I stayed inside her, softening, until she shifted, her lips wrapping around me, drawing out every last shudder with slow, deliberate sucks. She lingered, teasing with her tongue until I was spent, then curled against me. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her hair, and we drifted into a hazy sleep, tangled in each other. I woke an hour later, her body still pressed to mine, her skin slick from our earlier passion. My hands roamed, tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs, finding the warmth between them still glistening. I teased her there, then slid lower, my fingers circling her tightest entrance, slick with our mingled fluids. She stirred, a soft moan escaping as I eased one finger inside, then two, moving slowly to relax her. I kissed her neck, her spine, murmuring, "I want this - I want all of you." She didn't pull away. I took my time, stretching her gently, my lips never leaving her skin - her ear, her shoulder, the small of her back. When she was ready, I positioned her on her knees, her body open to me. I pressed myself against her, easing forward with care, the tight resistance giving way as I entered her, inch by slow inch. She gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure, and I paused, whispering, "Breathe, let me in." I held still, letting her adjust, until she rocked back against me, urging me deeper. I moved then, slow at first, each thrust measured, feeling her stretch around me. "More, " she panted, and I gave it to her - harder, deeper, my hands gripping her hips as I set a relentless pace. The sensation was overwhelming, her tightness gripping me as I plunged in, pulling nearly out before driving back, the rhythm building to a fever pitch. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, her voice raw - "Yes, break me, give it all to me." I lost myself in her, spanking her lightly, tugging her hair to pull her into a messy, hungry kiss as our bodies slammed together. Her climax hit like a storm, her body convulsing, and I followed, releasing deep inside her with forceful pulses, filling her until we collapsed, breathless. She turned, taking me into her mouth again, cleaning me with languid strokes, her tongue swirling until I was hard again. We didn't stop - that day, I skipped my seminar, and we devoured each other, messy and unashamed. Her taste, her scent, the way she moved - it was raw, primal, unforgettable. It marked the beginning of a hidden affair, a tangle of stolen moments that stretched two years until I left my brother's house, carrying the memory of Lily's wildfire passion with me, a secret etched into every fiber of my being.

8 min·Mar 7

Friday afternoon finally rolls around, and I'm out of the office as fast as I can manage, tossing my stuff into my bag and practically sprinting to freedom. As I head to my car, I catch a few lingering stares sliding over me, sizing me up. A little shiver runs through me - I love dressing to turn heads, though I keep it tame for work. Nothing too wild, just sharp and fitted. Today, I went with a knee-length pencil skirt, ankle boots, and a tucked-in blouse, all topped off with a cropped denim jacket. Everything's in deep navy, my go-to color. In my rush this morning, though, I forgot to put on any underwear - oops. Driving home, my mind bounces between random nonsense and those stares from earlier. The thought of them sends a slow heat pooling between my legs, and I can feel myself getting wet. God, I love how turned on I get. Once I'm home, I head straight for the shower. I strip down, step under the hot water, and let it soak into me. The steam amps up my arousal, and I can't resist - my hands slide up to my chest, squeezing hard, tugging at my nipples. The sharp sting feels so good. My fingers drift lower, finding myself already dripping. I give myself a few firm slaps down there, then slip two fingers inside, pumping fast. My other hand explores further back, and soon I've got two fingers there too. I'm so close, teetering on the edge, but I stop myself. "Not yet, you greedy little slut, " I mutter, stepping out to dry off. Still buzzing with need, I head to my computer, naked, and fire it up. I'm itching to watch something filthy to push me further. I settle into my chair, legs parted, teasing myself lightly as the screen glows to life. Then a message pings in. Stranger: Hey, slut, you horny too? It's a cheesy line, but the way he names me hits just right. Me: Yeah, as usual. You? Stranger: A little. You submissive? Me: Oh, very. Stranger: You follow orders? Me: Yes, I do. Stranger: Even at your computer? Me: Yep, right here. Stranger: Good, you filthy little thing. Go grab some stuff - rope, handcuffs, a dildo or vibe, an anal plug if you've got one, clothespins, a collar, a pair of your worn panties. Then put on some heels, slut, and hurry up. I'm already a mess of want, and tearing myself away from the screen feels like torture, but I'm a good girl - eager and obedient - so I scramble to gather everything. On the way back, I slip into my favorite red stilettos, 4-inch heels with a slight platform. They make me feel powerful and dirty all at once. I plop back down at the computer. Me: Your dirty girl's got everything. Stranger: Nice. Shove that plug up your ass and tie your tits tight. I lick the plug quick and ease it in - my breath hitches as it settles, and I'm leaking now, crazy for anything anal. Then I wrap the rope around my chest, cinching it hard. The ache is delicious, and it's all I can do not to touch myself. Me: Done, just like you wanted, Sir. Stranger: Tell me where you're sitting, you nasty pig, and clip four clothespins around each nipple, one right on each tip. I attach the pins as ordered - the pain's sharp and perfect, and I'm losing myself to the haze of it. Me: Sir, the pins are on. I'm in a cushy office chair at my desk. Stranger: Describe the chair, every detail, you brainless trash. Me: Sorry for being so dumb, Sir. It's a black cushioned chair on wheels, with armrests on both sides. Stranger: Perfect, slut. Hook your legs through the armrests so you're spread wide, showing off that wet mess. Stuff those filthy panties in your mouth and gag yourself with them. This guy's driving me wild - his tone, his demands. I shove the panties in, tying a rope around my head to keep them there. The humiliation's intoxicating. I position myself as he wants, legs splayed, the plug sinking deeper as I shift. A muffled moan escapes me. Me: I'm ready, Sir. Stranger: Good, you worthless toy. Now take a rope and bind your legs together. I grab the rope, loop it around my left ankle, and pull tight. It's tricky with my legs spread like this, but I manage after a minute. The helplessness feels incredible. My chair's already slick beneath me - I'm a dripping mess, a blessing and a curse. Guys love it, but it's a liability in the wrong outfit. Me: Sir, my legs are tied. Please, can I touch myself? I'm so wet, I'm begging. Stranger: No, you disgusting piece of trash, not yet. Put on your collar and tighten it till you can barely breathe. I slip the collar on, yanking it snug like he says. How does he know I get off on this? The choke of it, the way it mimics a hand on my throat during sex - it's a rush, a reminder of how little I matter. I love it. Me: Collar's on, Sir. Stranger: Such an obedient bitch. Does it have rings, slut? Me: Yes, Sir, three - two on the sides, one in front. Stranger: Excellent, you pathetic thing. You've earned this. Time for the big finish. Me: Thank you, Sir! I'm a desperate slut and so grateful for what's coming. Stranger: Turn on your vibe and wedge it against your clit, let it drive you wild. But pull it away right before you come, you filthy pig, and report back. Me: Yes, Sir. I flick the vibe on and press it where he wants it. Holy hell, it's intense - my whole world narrows to that buzzing spot. I'm panting, barely breathing through the collar, the pain in my chest stoking the fire. I'm seconds from exploding when I rip it away, groaning in frustration. Me: Sir, I obeyed. Please, I need to come - I'm nothing but need. Please, I'm begging. Stranger: Alright, slut. Do this - vibe back on your clit, drape the keyboard over your lap, thread your arms through the armrests from outside in, and cuff yourself. Me: Thank you, Sir! I slide the vibe back, position the keyboard, and snap the cuffs on. I'm trapped now, and it's pure bliss. The vibe does its work fast - I scream as much as the gag allows, shattering into release. Slowly, I come back to earth. Me: Thank you for my orgasm, Sir. Stranger: You're welcome, you good little slut. Quick question - where's the key to those cuffs? lol I blink, confused. It's right there on the desk - wait, no, it's just out of reach. I lunge forward, but I'm stuck. Panic creeps in as I squirm uselessly. Stranger: Trouble, slut? lol Me: Yeah, looks like I'm trapped. Stranger: Oh, really? lol Guess you're a proper dumbass, huh? Me: Seems that way. Stranger: Where you at, slut? Me: I'm in Portland. My head's spinning. I can't call for help, can't reach my phone or the damn key. I'm at my own mercy, screwed by my own horniness. The vibe's still going, pushing me toward another edge. Stranger: Here's your options, slut. Give me the number of whoever's got your spare key, or I'll call a locksmith for you, or you hand over your address and I'll grab the key myself and swing by. Don't dawdle, or I'm gone. lol My mind races. A locksmith finding me like this? No way. My sister with the spare key? Even worse. I've got no choice but to give him what he wants - and I know he's after more than just playing hero. My arousal surges back, deciding for me. I type out my full name, address, my sister's address, and the details he'd need to convince her. I'm all in now. His last message pops up. Stranger: Nice, you stupid slut. Gonna be a fun weekend. lol See you in about 3 hours. I'm stunned - three hours? As I sit there, reeling at my own recklessness, wondering what I've unleashed, the vibe drags me into another orgasm...

10 min·Jan 2

I was still on the lookout for a Mistress, a lady who would take charge of my training again. But it was proving difficult, the law of supply and demand was working against my desires and needs. I chatted with many people, submissives, dominants, and some ladies, and even obeyed some gentlemen, but I wasn't ready to take the plunge yet. I'm straight, men have never turned me on, but it always seemed kinda hot to have to give in to one, knowing there were things that just wouldn't happen. I had a forced gay experience with a Mistress, where I was taken by a gentleman while tied up on a bed. But giving in is a whole different ball game, and my head and taste are still fighting against desire. After that experience, I thought I wouldn't be traumatized by doing it again, but it's not that simple. Prejudices I didn't know I had started popping up, and things I needed to accept kept swirling around in my head, slowing me down more than I thought. A gentleman with good manners came along, we talked, and he had his stuff together way more than I did. He was patient and knew how to guide me, with games, orders, and tasks. Little by little, my head started to give in, and his first serious request came: something that would make me feel submissive and remind me that I belonged to someone. He ordered me to buy a metal cage for my dick and a large anal plug. Without hesitation, I was browsing the web, looking for models that he might like. He chose a pretty small cage, knowing full well that I would feel it and have to forget about my manhood. The plug had to be an anal jewel, but with three balls, it was big and long. There was no doubt it would feel deep. I did my shopping with haste, feeling the shame of buying those things was part of feeling submissive, carrying the bag and feeling like I'd done my duty was incredible. The next morning, I showed my Master the pictures of what I'd bought, feeling happy that he'd like that I'd followed his orders. He praised my speed and ordered me to put them on right away. I went to the bathroom, holding the cage in my hand, thinking that once it was on, I would have given in, handed over my head and my masculinity. I didn't think too much about it, it wasn't the time to think, if I did, it would only make things harder, and I had to obey, simply obey. I put some lube on my dick just like I was told, and with no small amount of trouble, I put my dick in the cage, cold, hard, heavy. It felt weird, but most of all, my head felt weird. I took out my phone, put on some lube, and recorded the first time I put the plug in. It was hard, cold, intense, and deep, it went in without any problems, making me let out a small moan. I got dressed and went back to work. The cage felt uncomfortable, I couldn't adjust it, touch myself, my dick wasn't mine anymore. And when I sat down, please, that metal plug inside me. Everything reminded me that I had a Master. I sent him the proof of my tasks and kept working. I was uncomfortable, knowing that this was going to be my new life. He wrote to me and praised my proactivity in the video. I like obeying, I hate punishments, but I know they're his right. The orders kept coming, and after a week, I was using the plug, the cage, and nipple clamps during my entire workday. I could have sex, but I wasn't allowed to come. Damn cage, I hated it, I didn't have any manhood left, to pee, I had to sit down, I hated that more than anything. It took me a while to accept it, at first, I tried to hold it in so I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom, but of course, in the end, I had to. It was the fight between my head and my desire, nothing more. My head started to give in, he noticed. He'd told me from the start, "You're gonna beg to see me, you're gonna ask me to session you." And what I once thought was impossible, was now a reality. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed this game to come to a session. I had to give meaning to this torture, my desire and horniness were at their peak. But asking him to session me meant that he would take what was his, what belonged to him. I knew it wouldn't happen any other way, and that turned him on even more. For me, it was terrible to have to ask, but that's what I did, I asked to see him and session me. "Are you sure? " he asked, while he started sending me GIFs of men being sodomized by force, tied up, and taken. My throat felt tight as I saw them, but using me was his right. And the GIFs kept coming, a man tied up with his hands behind his back, a ring gag in his mouth, and being forced to satisfy his Master with his mouth. I couldn't write, I couldn't say anything, I was petrified, I knew it was going to happen that way, I knew that one way or another, he was going to get what he wanted. Everything was new, everything was different, I decided to shut my head up and listen to my horniness. I wanted to give in, and I would, yes Sir, I answered, I'm sure. He set the date and the place, there was no going back now, all that was left was to give myself to my Master. The games continued, along with my daily routine. My dick was already used to the cage, my nipples were always swollen from the clamps I used every day, and he only let me take them off every now and then. I knew that those little devices made me more receptive, or more slutty, as he liked to call me. The intense plug in my ass reminded me that I had a Master. Today was the day, I was as terrified as I was eager, today I had to give in, or rather, I would be taken. It started like every other day, shower, cage in place, clamps, plug, and a picture to show I'd done my task. At 11, he ordered me to take out the plug, without saying more. My head was exploding, I realized that today I would feel something else, and that his order was to feel it intensely. I went to the place he'd told me to, and we met up. I couldn't talk, I was simply mute, terrified. He laughed, trying to calm me down without much success, before we went into the hotel, he gave me one last chance. I was about to take it and run away, but I said no, that everything was fine. We went in, had a drink, went over safe words, he gave some details, and ordered me to take off my clothes. I was left in my underwear, he walked around me, observed me, put my hands against the wall, opened my legs, pulled down my underwear, and left his hands marked on my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Naked is naked, I wouldn't have said underwear." I stood up, took off my underwear, and got back into position. Two more hands reinforced the idea that I had to obey whatever he said. He touched the cage, "It looks great on you, " he said, and pulled on my clamps, making me beg him to stop. He ordered me to put my hands on a table, and that's what I did. He put his hand on my chin, and with a little tap on my ankles, he opened my legs. "Always remember, when you're in front of your Master, keep your legs open. If I say wall, you know how to stand, if I say table, you know how, and if I say bed, the position of a slut is with your legs open, your ass out, and your chest supported. That's how you're available to be used." My heart was beating a mile a minute, I could feel it even in the cage. He tied my hands and feet, took a flogger, a paddle, a ring gag, and some other things out of a bag that I couldn't see. He reminded me of some mistakes that he was going to correct right then, took the flogger, started soft on my back, and ended hard on my ass, making me let out some yells. He gave me a few seconds, took my ass with his hands, strong, it hurt, I begged him to let go, and he did. Everything was sensitive, that's how he wanted me, that's how he had me. He took the paddle, and before I could say anything, he colored my left side, I yelped, begged, my knees gave out, and I was left hanging. With patience, he waited for me to get back into position. And evened out the color. It was intense, it made me feel like this was serious business, and if I didn't obey, I'd get more of this. He stepped back, opened my ass cheeks, and said, "You have a tight ass, today you're gonna feel good, but you're gonna work on opening it up more, I'll let you know how, yes Sir, " I answered, while he lubed up my ass. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what was happening, he was going to take what was his. I was tied up, exposed, with no chance of defense, and no strength to do anything. The punishment had left me simply surrendered. He put on a condom, took me by the hair, and whispered in my ear, "Now it's time, slut, you're gonna feel a man inside you." He put his dick on my crack, got comfortable, and penetrated me all the way in one go. I yelled, I yelled loud, my hands were gripping the table. He stayed still, my ass was throbbing, and I could feel his hard, hot dick inside me. It was done, I was his, I knew this was just the beginning...

8 min·Sep 26

It was some kind of obsession, I hadn't thought about anyone but her for two months now, but I never decided to meet this beauty. One day she just walked onto the bus and I lost my peace. And now every day I wait for her appearance, and then all the way to the ring secretly admire her, and in the evening everything repeats, fortunately we seem to coincide schedules. And during this time, from her phone conversations, I learned that my dream's name is Jane and that she's married. And here is her stop, a few students came in, and then my beauty, a slender long-haired brunette, dressed as always quite strictly, but neither a long skirt nor a modest blouse could not hide her beautiful body. I stared at her firm ass, and then slowly moved my gaze up her slightly curved back, covered by her long hair. I wanted to admire her face, but that was harder, because she might notice, so I continued to look at Jane from behind. At the next stop, a whole crowd of people wanted to get to the subway, so I got closer to her, almost right up to her. Suddenly I wanted to smell this beautiful creature. I leaned over her head and smelled the faint floral scent of perfume. My dick was already hard, and now the smell of her made me horny to the max. I didn't want anyone on the bus to notice my hard-on. And then suddenly there was a squeal of brakes, I did not have time to react and flew forward by inertia. I felt the fabric of Jane's skirt tighten, and I felt the fabric of her skirt tighten. Oh shit, she must have realized what was jabbing into her ass. The girl abruptly turned around and flashed her black almond-shaped eyes, but I didn't see indignation or anger on her beautiful noble face, more like surprise. With difficulty coming to my senses, I said.... Excuse me, please! I couldn't keep my balance. It's all right, it's not your fault, Jane replied quietly, with a faint accent, and smiled. And that smile puzzled me. Maybe she hadn't noticed that I'd almost torn her skirt with my dick after all. No way. And then the girl surprised me much more, she suddenly jerked back and her ass again touched my excited cock. Wow! What does that mean? An accident? No, it's happening again. Jane's cell phone rang and she answered it. But, even talking, the girl continued to rub her ass on my groin. I began to look around carefully, but of course no one paid attention to us in such a crowd of crowded bus. She must be chatting with her husband. But I didn't care about that, I began to sway slightly, as if fucking the brave girl, and at the same time as if mentally trying to stop time, because after a stop she was getting off. I had to do something, but it was silly to get acquainted on the bus, so I just enjoyed these sweet moments. But it was the end, the doors of the bus opened.... And then I noticed the girl's subtle nod, clearly calling me to come with her. I could hardly contain myself from squealing with joy. We got off the bus, and without turning around, she said to me quietly: Follow me, but not next to me. Okay, I whispered. The next two minutes took forever, Jane turned not to the subway, but toward the vacant lot, and only when we were alone did she turn around. Man, do you know that usually you get to know a woman first, and then you poke her ass with your dick? Not knowing what to answer, I foolishly smiled back and introduced myself: My name is George. The girl laughed. Nice to meet you, I'm Jane. Why do you stare at me every day on the bus? Have you noticed? I answered with a question, and then took a deep breath and blurted out: You're just a very pretty girl. It seems that such frankness embarrassed the girl, she suddenly quickly slammed her big eyelashes, and then looked intently into my eyes and frankly asked: Do you want me? I didn't answer her, just pounced and squeezed her in my arms, kissing her face. She stopped me with difficulty and drew me to the nearest thick thicket of lilacs. I could not believe my happiness, half an hour ago, I dreamed of just talking to her, and now I was enjoying the smell and taste of this beauty. I literally, in a matter of seconds pulled off her skirt and panties and immediately fell to the neat pussy adorned with short dark hairs. Jane didn't expect that, she shrieked, but immediately quieted down, because we didn't need any witnesses to our relationship. I began to actively rub the pea of the clitoris with my tongue, kissed and licked her moist pussy. In general, I am a big expert on this case, but still I was surprised that very soon Jane's hips trembled, there was more moisture, I realized that she was cumming. A few more movements of the tongue and the girl moaned, she was obviously restraining herself, but it turned out badly, and I kept licking until Jane put her palm on my head and said: Thank you George, my husband has never done that to me, and no one has ever done that to me. That explains a lot, though. It seems that her husband is a total asshole, so it's no wonder Jane decided to give herself to me. And as if to confirm my words, Jane bent down at the nearest tree and, putting her wet pussy to me, asked: Just hurry up George, or he'll cuss me out for being late. I smoothly drove my cock into the warm hole of her vagina and immediately took a fast pace, but then the cell phone rang again. Jane somehow reached into her purse on the ground and answered it. Again I didn't understand anything, but it was clear that she was justifying herself and it amused me, because at that moment I continued to fuck her. It was, something incredible, I had a married woman while she was chatting with her spouse. Of course, I tried to hold back so I couldn't hear my hairy pubes hitting Jane's ass and that's the only reason I didn't cum quickly. I carefully worked my cock and at the same time, straight through her blouse, I was crushing her firm breasts. But it couldn't last long, Jane's vagina was tight, obviously she hadn't had children yet, so every movement of my cock brought me closer to orgasm. And how I wanted to cum inside her, but I realized that I should not do it. So, when my whole body was cramped from pleasure, I pulled my cock out sharply and was about to spurt my seed on her ass, when suddenly Jane twisted sharply and crouched down to face the head of my cock. The first jet of cum flew out, it hit Jane right in the eye, and the next one partially flew on her luxurious hair. I was cumming for a long time, and all this time she continued to answer her husband meekly, although he was already talking to her in a raised tone. When I finally stopped spewing my cum, I saw a beautiful picture, Jane's face was covered with muddy sweat, a few drops of cum got on her scarlet lips and on her neck, and I even managed to dirty my cell phone with my cum. But she didn't seem to be embarrassed at all, Jane smiled and said something else and finally finished talking to her husband. She quickly wiped off the cum, got dressed and, looking at herself in a small mirror, she started to rant: I'm going to run, George, my husband's going to give me a hard time. Don't follow me, or someone else will see me. See you tomorrow. Bye. Thank you, Jane, I said to her and looked at her firm ass. My beauty went to her strict husband, and I still could not come to my senses, but I knew for sure that tomorrow Jane would also be late after work for half an hour, I just had to wait until tomorrow...

6 min·Sep 23·First Sex At The Dacha In The Bathhouse. · Part 2

Veronica sucked my cock as if she had been doing it all her conscious life. She was gently and tenderly sucking the head of my cock, then with some fervor and persistence tried to swallow my entire cock up to my balls. Whenever she sucked my cock head, she purred and rolled her eyes. I realized that she was enjoying the whole process as much as I was. I was in seventh heaven. Her soft plump lips were sucking my head, and her sharp tongue was playing with the frenulum. She just made me cum in her mouth with her persistence. I felt the first wave of pleasure. I straddled her head, and began to rhythmically push her down on my cock. She swallowed my cock almost up to my balls, with the head of my cock going down her throat. At that moment I felt such bliss that words could not describe it. Her throat was squeezing my flesh so hard that I was ready to pass out from the pleasure. In my head could not fit that these girls are only 19 years old. Veronica sucked my cock so professionally that I would never have thought to look at her. The first load of my cum came out of my dick right down Veronica's throat. She slowed down a little bit, and then she started to grab the head of my cock like a huge chupa-chupa, trying to swallow all the cum to the last drop. And now the second and the third wave covered me, I gladly gave Veronica another portion of cum. Veronica sucked on my cock like a milking machine. She never took my cock out of her mouth for a second. Apparently she was determined to suck all the juices out of me today. In gratitude I poured the last portion of my cum into her, and for the last time with all my might I pressed the head and drove my cock up to my balls into Veronica's mouth. Svetlana had been watching us in a relaxed pose the whole time, as I realized she was just waiting for her turn. She took her time caressing her clit and gently stroking her breasts. Veronica finally took my cock out of her mouth. Veronica looked at me and smiled broadly, "You're so sweet, I could suck and suck. Veronica lifted up and sat next to me, at that moment Svetlana with a smile jumped off her seat, and as if not believing Veronica's words, said, now we'll find out what it tastes like. I was sitting on the top shelf, Svetlana decided to sit on the shelf below, turning to face me she put her hand around my cock and began to slowly move it up and down. From what my cock began to swell again, Svetlana watched this process and marveled at how my cock was getting thicker and longer with each of her movements. She could hardly put her hand around the table. The head of the penis poured blood and was purple-red, and was the size of a huge strawberry. Svetlana started kissing the head of the penis with a kind of mad delight. She licked it from all sides and kissed it. But she did not dare to let it into her mouth. She slowly moved her hand up and down the cock. I threw my head back, and there was that sweet moment when her soft lips slowly began to encircle my cock head. My cock began to sink into a pleasant and moist atmosphere of pleasure. She slowly put her head on my cock, and I could see Svetlana enjoying it immensely. She catches every millimeter of my cock with her mouth, and her tongue is so gentle and welcoming that I'm ready to cum right now. But I don't want to decide her pleasure, I want Svetlana to experience the full pleasure of communicating with my cock. She straddled it and just gently caressed it for a few minutes. My cock was tearing up inside, I realized that I was about to cum, without letting the girl fully enjoy my cock. Then I took the head of my cock out of Svetlana's mouth. She looked at me questioningly. I smiled, let's wait a little longer I answered her questioning look. I lifted her up and pulled her towards me. I put my arms around her waist and sat her on top of me, I dug into her lips and my tongue entered her mouth, and here she is already and against my head passionately kissing me. I lifted her up so that my cock could easily straighten up, to get into a fighting stance. Svetlana understood everything at once, and her hand gently encircled my cock and guided the head of my cock into the hot, juicy, young woman's pussy. Svetlana was so narrow that the head of my penis with difficulty entered inside the female vagina. At the same time inside my head experienced what you incredible hospitality, I began to push my cock further into the depths of Svetlana. She leaned back that there purring under her nose, she herself with pleasure sat on my cock. And now she had almost completely ridden my cock. I felt my cock head start to rest against my uterus. Svetlana froze for a second, then slowly began to drive her hips up and down, then I stop in the middle of the cock, who rises leaving only the head of the cock inside me. At the same time her movement would engage and abrupt then slowed down. I caressed her breasts, with one hand holding her back, with the other hand I was crumpling her magnificent breasts. Svetlana's nipples swelled and became hard. I caressed her breasts with my tongue and sucked her nipples, and she moaned softly. I didn't even notice Veronica joining us. She moved closer to us and caressed Svetlana's other breast.

5 min·Sep 22·First Sex At The Dacha In The Bathhouse. · Part 1

Every year in the summer I went to the dacha, relaxed and enjoyed nature. I also really loved the bathhouse, I heated it almost every day. One day I was walking from the river to my dacha, the day was approaching evening, it was warm and windless outside. Suddenly I noticed that two young girls were standing near my gate, they were looking into the yard through a slit in the gate and were discussing something vigorously. I approached them closely and asked them what was the matter. The girls became very excited and started to ask where the smoke was coming from if I had a bathhouse. I told them that I had a bathhouse and it was being heated at that very moment and the smoke was coming from the chimney of my bathhouse. They replied that they loved the bathhouse very much. I asked them how they came to be here, to which they replied that they had come with a friend for the weekend to the countryside, and while bathing on the river they saw the smoke and asked if it was possible to take a bath in the evening. I answered them that in 2 hours the bathhouse will be ready and that they can use my bathhouse. The girls thanked me and ran back to their tent on the shore. The girls were no more than 20 years old each. Young, slim, trim girls looking insanely beautiful, short shorts, almost transparent tops, loose hair spoke of their recklessness. Size two breasts and beautiful thighs. It all clouded my mind. So I'm cleaning up the bathhouse, getting some water. I'm waiting impatiently for two beauties. My thoughts are doing something incredible point and suddenly I heard a girl's voice, I went towards the gate. Opening the gate in front of me stood two beauties, well that the bath is ready. It's ready, come on in. And you live here alone, asked one of the girls. Yes, I answered, my parents have been living in the city for a long time. What's your name? My name is Andrei. And my name is Svetlana. And my friend's name is Veronica. And the girls went straight towards the bathhouse. And you didn't even bring anything with you, I asked the girls. Why should I have brought brooms, Veronica grinned. No, not brooms. And with this answer I wondered what they lacked for a bath. Then I reacted very quickly and said, "It's okay, I have everything I need in my bathhouse. Then we went into the bathhouse and I showed them everything. Okay, I'll go if you need anything, yell. Svetlana asked and giggled. And who will rub our backs said Veronica. All right, but I'll go home now and come back. You get undressed and go on in. I headed towards home, from everything that was happening my state was like a fog. I went home and got a can of beer. Hy that's it. I went into the bathhouse, the girls were already in the anteroom, a not merrily splashing the washed department. I wrapped a towel around myself and very slowly made my way to the girls. What's someone got to lose their back? The girls were completely naked. Veronica was lying on the top shelf, and Svetlana was bending over the basin with my head. Let's have a steam first, said Veronica, and Svetlana supported her. Svetlana straightened up and sat down next to Veronica. Well steamed so steamed replied I to the girls, taking a ladle of water I splashed on the stone and immediately the room began to rise in temperature, a cloud of steam enveloped us and slowly dissipated. I went upstairs and sat down next to Veronica. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and suddenly I felt someone's hand on my groin, but I continued to sit as if nothing had happened, then the hand slowly but surely moved to my cock and through the fabric just no while slowly began to massage my cock. Then, just as insistently, my hand untied the knot in the sheet and freed my flesh under the wet fabric of the sheet. The hand was already massaging my balls and the other hand was slowly working its way up and down my cock. A such a pleasant action my cock began to fill up and grow in size. I lowered my head and opened my eyes and saw Veronica's greedy gaze. Veronica remodeled on my cock gently stroking my scrotum, and on the huge head of my cock. Then she somehow deftly in one jerk slid onto my cock. And now the head of my cock was in the tender embrace of sweet lips, Veronica's tongue was doing wonders. And Veronica was doing wonders with her mouth. She sucked so well. She swallowed my cock almost to the balls. The head of my cock was falling deep into Veronica's throat, and it was just great. My hand had been caressing her back for a long time.

8 min·Sep 16

For Antonio, the return home represented the worst part of his day. After long hours of exhausting work, destiny forced him to face a bus full of passengers. Traveling on his feet had become an unavoidable routine for him. Fatigue settled into his body, and the mass of crowded people seemed to drag him along in a constant stream of strangers. The return trip stretched on for about an hour. And after forty minutes of travel, a good number of passengers had already disembarked. Nevertheless, all the seats were still occupied, although Antonio was at least grateful that he no longer had to endure the cramped ride. From time to time, he closed his eyes to give his eyes a brief rest, although his feet still found no relaxation. There was a fleeting instant when he let himself drift off into a split-second dream, but fortunately, he woke up before rushing to the ground. He decided then to keep his eyes wide open, making sure to avoid any possible accidents. His gaze began to scan the interior of the bus. He observed people sleeping with their mouths open, couples engaged in passionate kisses and friends sharing lively conversations. However, his attention was immediately arrested when he came across the most impressive buttocks he had ever had the pleasure of beholding. The owner of such an attribute was standing less than a meter away, dressed in sportswear: a polo shirt, shorts and sneakers. It was evident that he had just finished a soccer match, as indicated by the dried sweat on his face and the dirtiness of his attire. Antonio stared too long at that ass, which made the owner of such a magnificent attribute take notice. He stared at Antonio, who, surprised, turned his face away in embarrassment. The transport made a stop at the antepenultimate stop, and an additional group of passengers disembarked, freeing several seats. Antonio quickly settled into one by the window, silently pleading that the owner of those captivating buttocks had also disembarked. The embarrassment he felt was so overwhelming that he opted to pretend to sleep, hoping to avoid any eye contact with that individual, just in case he was still on board the bus. After a while, Antonio noticed someone occupying the seat next to his, and immediately felt the touch of that person on his leg. As he watched out of the corner of his eye with astonishment, he realized that it was the same boy with the amazing buttocks. Among all the seats that were unoccupied, he had chosen to sit right next to him and was rubbing his leg. Antonio thought it was too good to be real. It was clear that this young man was interested in him. Antonio responded to the rubbing with another rub, and instantly, they exchanged complicit glances. The bus stopped at the next-to-last stop, and this time, unlike the previous stop, Antonio fervently hoped that his seatmate would not get off there. The young man remained by his side, and the vehicle continued on its way. Antonio wanted to strike up a conversation, introduce himself, inquire his name and, above all, indulge in the passion he felt, but he was unable to do so. An old woman occupied the seat behind them, so he had to wait until he reached the last stop to engage in conversation on the street. In the meantime, they continued to play suggestively. The rubbing persisted, not only with their legs, but also with their hands, which further stoked her excitement. Finally, they reached the last stop. As they got up, they both made an effort to conceal their erections, although the young man with the magnificent buttocks found it more difficult, given that he was wearing sports shorts. Luckily, the few remaining passengers were more concerned with getting off the bus and returning home, so they paid no attention to the young man's arousal. Antonio and the boy with the noticeable buttocks walked in silence for a short while, side by side, until they were away from the rest of the passengers. Antonio: Hello. Nalgón: Hello. Antonio: What is your name? Nalgón: Pedro. Antonio: Nice to meet you, Pedro. My name is Antonio. Pedro: Likewise. Antonio: How old are you, Pedro? Pedro: I'm 20. And you? Antonio: I'm 27. Have you just come from playing soccer? Pedro: Yes, today I had a championship with my university classmates. Antonio: Really? And what are you studying? Pedro: Pharmacy and Biochemistry. Antonio: Interesting. I studied administration. By the way, do you live near here? Pedro: Actually, my stop is the next-to-last one, but when I saw that you weren't getting off, I decided to continue the trip with you. I wanted to meet you. Antonio: And I wanted to meet you. I was begging you not to get off until the final stop. Pedro: Hehehehe... Well, I didn't, and here I am. Antonio: You know, I thought you were upset when you realized I was looking at your ass. Pedro: Hahaha... No, I was rather flattered when I saw the stupid face you made. Antonio: Hahaha... But you have to admit you have some nice buttocks. And as you say, I was an asshole when I saw them. Pedro: Yes, I know. My friends joke about it in college. And I think one of them has a special interest, but I prefer not to get involved with people from the university to avoid problems. Antonio: That's fine with me. And well, since I like to be direct, and since we seem to like each other, what do you say we go to a quieter place? Pedro: To a hotel? Antonio: I know one near here. Pedro: Let's go then. Once inside the hotel room, Antonio could not contain himself. He put Pedro against the wall to kiss him, ignoring his request to let him go take a shower first. He told him he was turned on by his sweaty scent as he kissed him. Her naughty tongue explored Pedro's mouth with passion, her hands firmly squeezing the buttocks that stood upright above the shorts. Although Antonio's hands were of good size, they seemed not big enough for that imposing ass. Then he knelt down and got Peter to turn on himself, sliding the shorts down to reveal those impressive buttocks. It was, without a doubt, a wonderful ass: round and completely hairless. Antonio spread Pedro's buttocks and buried his nose in desperation. The warm breath on that spot made Pedro moan, and Antonio's undulating tongue made him moan even more. Occasionally, he would stop licking him to nibble on his buttocks. Antonio seemed determined to savor every inch of that ass. Pedro was clearly excited and eager for the next phase. He told Antonio that he wanted to feel him inside him and he didn't have to ask more than once. Antonio put on a condom he had bought at the hotel front desk and penetrated Pedro unceremoniously. This was exactly what Pedro liked, and Antonio was more than willing to satisfy his desires. As he rammed him intensely in doggy style, he pulled his hair with one hand and spanked him hard with the other. After about fifty minutes, with their bodies bathed in sweat and Antonio still inside Pedro, they were both on the verge of climax. Between gasps, Antonio whispered to Pedro, asking him where he wanted his milk. With a leering look, Pedro replied that he wanted it on his face. Antonio hurriedly removed the condom and, with precision, aimed it at Pedro's face, covering it with a thick layer of semen as a choked moan escaped his lips, culminating a dirty, kinky and deliciously pleasurable encounter. After that experience, Antonio and Pedro never rode public transportation together again, but for Antonio, the ride home was no longer the worst part of the day. From then on, finding a companion to make the route to a hotel, as he did with Pedro, became his favorite pastime.

26 min·Aug 25

It's Saturday evening, my parents are at some stupid wedding and won't be back until tomorrow evening. I've eaten. Stroll upstairs and run myself a bath. I grab my book Love Letters to the Dead from my room, take off my jeans and t-shirt and lie down in the bath with my book in my hand. I'm still pissed off at Jonas and think about how I could get back at him for what he did to me yesterday. I find it hard to concentrate on my book and I put it down. I reach for my razor and start shaving my legs. Actually, it's hardly worth it because I don't have tufts of hair on my legs like many other girls, it feels more like a peach, a delicate fuzz of blonde hair. There are already more under my arms and in my private parts. I sit on the edge of the bath and shave between my legs. I love it smooth without a hair. Once everything is off, I grab the shower and rinse myself off. I get out of the bath, dry off and rub myself with my Coconut Breeze, I love the smell. Before I get dressed, I have to go to the loo again, the big business, but nobody here cares about that. I slip into my jogging bottoms, pull on my T-shirt and head downstairs. I trudge into the kitchen and grab a Coke and a bag of potato chips. I've just made myself comfortable on the sofa in the living room when the doorbell rings. Damn, who is it now, it can't be Sandra. Stinking, I go to the door without looking and open it. "What are you doing here? " Jonas is standing in front of the door. "Me, me...me." I slam the door in his face and lean back against the wall. Damn... Jonas and I are standing here in our baggy clothes. No one ever sees me like this, but it's too late now and changing is no use. "Lena, come on, I'll see you, open the door." "What are you doing here, Jonas? " "Talk to you." I open the door again. "Come in, asshole." I walk forward into the living room, Jonas follows me. I sit down on the sofa and show Jonas the armchair, I want him far enough away from me. "What was that all about yesterday, you made me miss the bus." "I'm really sorry." "I see." "I just don't want us to be seen together." "Why? " "I'm new and don't want any trouble." "You're afraid people will talk bad about you because you're having a thing with the school slut? " "No." "Then what? " "Okay...you're right, your reputation precedes you." "But I'm good enough to fuck? " Jonas looks to the side sheepishly and rubs his thighs. "How do you know where I live, Jonas? " He looks at me again and says, "I know a lot about you." "And how? " "Doesn't it matter? " "I can throw you out the door again." "I liked you from day one." "So... and why didn't you say anything? " "I wanted to find out more about you first." "You could have talked to me yesterday after the story and we could have walked home together, by the way, it wasn't very pleasant marching through the countryside in 30 degrees." "How many times, I'm sorry." "You mean with an apology that's it? " Jonas looks away again, visibly uncomfortable. "All right, do you want a drink too? " "Yes, please." I go into the kitchen and get two glasses. Damn, Jonas looks really hot today in his ripped jeans. His knees are showing through the holes, I like boys in ripped jeans. I lean on the kitchen counter for a moment, take a deep breath, grab the glasses and go back into the living room. Jonas hasn't moved a muscle. I pour him and myself a drink and drop back onto the sofa. Jonas grabs the glass and drinks it down. "Warm today, eh Jonas? " Jonas just nods. "Almost as warm as yesterday" I say and look at him angrily. "Chips? " "No thanks, Lena." We're silent for a while until I say, "And what do you really want here? " "To see you." "We would have seen each other at school on Monday." "But I wanted to see you today, Lena." "Okay, now you've seen me and you can go again." "All right." Jonas gets up and walks towards the door "I'll find the way." "Wait, Jonas." "Why, you don't want to see me, I accept that." "Come here you dumbass." I nod to the right, indicating that he should sit next to me. He sits down and asks, "So what now? " "Well, my parents are away and there's a soft bed waiting upstairs." "Don't take the piss." Jonas wants to get up, but I throw my right leg over his. "Let's be clear, I'm still pissed off with you and I don't know if you can ever make it up to me. But I'm hot too, my parents are away and I'm up for a fuck. Unfortunately, you're the only one within reach right now." Jonas looks at me in amazement and raises his eyebrows. "Do you seriously think I don't know why you're really here? You stink like a perfume store and chew on a kilo of chewing gum." Apart from that, I'd want to fuck you right now if you didn't stink like a polecat." I take his empty glass, hold it out to him and say "spit it out." Jonas spits his chewing gum into the glass, I put it on the table, sit on his lap, take his head in my hands and kiss him. His hands immediately go under my shirt and he hugs me tightly. I push away from him, "Not here, let's go upstairs to my room." I stand up, take his hand, pull him up from the sofa and drag him upstairs to my room. I throw myself onto my bed. Jonas sits down on my desk chair and looks around. "Nice place you've got here." "Do you want to talk to me about my furniture now? " I turn to the foot of my bed and lie on my stomach. Jonas gets up and goes to my CDs. "Hmmm not bad, he says, Nirvana, Creed, Scott Stapp..., you have taste. Can I play some music? " I just nod. Jonas puts Nevermind by Nirvana in the player. Smells Like Teen Spirit comes on and Jonas turns the volume down a little. He slowly approaches me, kneels down in front of my bed and we kiss. I'm totally hot and I want more. I lie down on my back again with my head towards the headboard and say "now get down to business." Jonas takes off my training pants and says "oh nothing underneath? " I spread my legs, grab his head and pull him down between my thighs. I guide him to where I want him. His tongue touches my clitoris and I immediately moan, throw my head back and press him firmly against me. "Dude, that's hot, I breathe." I feel his warm tongue inside me. His saliva and my juice mix. As he licks me, he slides a finger into my pussy and I start to moan loudly. So far I've rarely had the pleasure of being licked, most guys want it blown, or to stick it in quickly and just fuck. Jonas massages my asshole with his thumb and I tremble with pleasure. I reared up again and again. His smacking and sucking gets louder and louder. Jonas grabs my legs and presses them against my chest. He slowly moves his tongue down towards my ass. He pauses just before my butthole and moves his tongue back up to my clit. What a fucking asshole, he knows what I want and makes me squirm. Finally his tongue touches my little asshole and I flinch. I massage my pussy while Jonas circles my other tight hole with his tongue. I can't remember the last time I was this horny. I imagine Jonas fucking my ass and my excitement continues to rise. I don't want to come yet and turn on my side. Jonas looks at me and asks "what's wrong, don't you like it? " "Yes, everything's fine, Jonas, now it's your turn, take off your pants." Jonas stands in front of the bed, I crawl to him on all fours and open his pants. "Aha, nothing underneath and freshly shaved? " I have to giggle. I massage his thick cock and wait to suck him, now I let him fidget and look him in the eye while I massage his thing. Jonas comes closer and wants to kiss me. I turn my head to the side and say, "Nothing there, only if I want it." Actually, we're both ready, but I rarely do it in bed and want to enjoy every second. I turn around, throw the comforter on the floor and say "get undressed and lie down". Jonas obeys and lies down on his back. I take off my shirt and kneel over Jonas, I've always been horny at 69. I press my cunt into Jonas' face and immediately feel his tongue inside me again. His cock bobs up and down in front of me, I grab it and slowly suck it inside me. I find it hard to concentrate on the blow job because what Jonas is doing with his tongue takes my breath away. I have to pull myself together to stop myself from biting his cock with lust. Again and again I press myself firmly against his face until Jonas pushes me away to gasp for air. "Ohhhhh meiiiiiine God, it's so hot, lick, lick, lick me, you're making me so horny." I give up blowing and rest my head on Jonas' thigh, my fingers digging firmly into Jonas' legs. Jonas pauses and says "hey what's going on. I'm doing all the work here and you're just lying there." I rebel, press my cunt even harder into his face and breathe "go...on you...ass,...today it's my...turn." Jonas licks my cunt from bottom to top, he seems to like my juice. Jonas carefully starts to nibble on my labia. I scream out loud "ohhhhhhhh my God, don't...stop...don't...stop." I fight against the orgasm, I don't want to yet, I want to enjoy it and when the little wanker licks his tongue sore. Soaking wet and sweaty, I let myself sink back down and bite Jonas' thigh carefully. I stretch with pleasure - at that moment I feel Jonas' fingers penetrate my tight asshole. "Ahhhh" I shriek and swing myself up. "Dude, what are you doing? " "Don't you like it? " "Keep going, just keep going." I push myself backwards and Jonas' finger goes deeper and deeper inside me. It's an amazing feeling, he licks my cunt and sticks a finger in my ass, I get up a little and rub my wet cunt through Jonas' face. I feel his tongue again and again, but it's not enough for me. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Moaning loudly, I let it happen. I bend over again and experience the hottest orgasm ever. Is this what an ass orgasm feels like? Twitching and wet with sweat, I lie stretched out on him with Jonah's head between my thighs. He's still licking me gently and his finger is still inside me. I flinch again and again and Jonas seems to be enjoying it. Jonas really has it, I think, but I would never tell him so. Just before dozing off, the last notes of Something in the Way are played, I decide not to wait for the hidden track Endless, Nameless. I get up. Still shaky on my feet, I walk to my desk with my rucksack underneath, bend down (not squatting of course) Jonas now has the perfect view of my perfectly shaped nectarine bottom, I want to keep him in line of course. Okay, so far only I've had my fun, of course he waits his turn. I've finally found my iPod, I plug it into my stereo and set everything to random. The first song is Don't you (forget about me) by Simple Minds. I inherited my love of good music from my father. My friends often laugh at me when I tell them that I like AC/DC, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin or Simple Minds. I just love handmade music and can't do anything with all that chart shit. "Hey Jonas, I'm going for a pee, don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." "Okay, Lena." I go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet. While I'm running it, I discover the baby oil on the shelf. Wild thoughts run through my head about what I could do with the stuff, I'll have to remake my bed one way or another. I wipe my pussy with a wet wipe, grab the baby oil and head back towards my room when the phone rings. "Damn, who is that now? " I turn around and walk into my parents' bedroom, reach for the cordless phone and answer it with "Jelena, who is this? " "Three guesses" is the answer I get." "Oh mom." "Exactly, who else? " I make my way to my room and sit on the edge of the bed with my back to Jonas. "I just wanted to hear if everything's okay with you, Jelena." I put the bottle of baby oil on the floor. "Everything's okay, mom, I'm fine." Russian mothers are very caring. Jonas sits down behind me and breathes on my neck. I try to push him away with my free hand, but it doesn't help. He comes closer, puts my hair to one side and kisses the back of my neck. A cold shiver runs down my spine. "We've arrived here safely and the party is very nice. I should also say hello from everyone, it would have been nice if you had accompanied us." "Mom, you know I'm not interested in family and I don't like celebrating anyway." Jonas moves his hand over my back to my waist, to the front, to my stomach and up to my breasts. It feels good. Still, I could punch him. "Have you eaten, Jelena? " I bite my lips to keep from moaning. "Yes mom, I made myself pizza." "Jelena, I cooked you something extra, you just had to warm it up." Jonah's hand moves down between my legs and I snort slightly. I push myself backwards and let out a short groan. "Uhh...mom, a pizza won't kill me." I try to pull myself together with all my might but I can't manage it and open my thighs with twitching movements. "No Jelena, I know that, but you've inherited your father's sensitive stomach." Jonas pushes a finger inside me and I press my lips together. "Mom, do we have to talk about this now? " "No of course not, what's wrong with you, you sound so funny." "Nothing mom, I'm just warm." "Yes, it's pretty hot here too. Please remember to lock the doors, it'll be dark soon." I throw my head back onto Jonas' shoulder and have to take a deep breath. I find it hard to concentrate and I can no longer suppress a groan. Now it's already two fingers. "Ha...have...I, I have to swallow, I finish the sentence in a hushed voice, I've already done it mom." "That's good, Jelena, you know what kind of people hang around here." I can't answer and my mother asks, "Are you still there? " I swallow and take another deep breath "yes...I'm...still here." "Okay Jelena the connection is very bad, I have to go back in too, if anything happens you'll let me know, okay Jelena? " I pull myself together again with all my might and say "don't worry, I'm old enough and can look after myself. Bye mom and have fun." "Okay Jelena, I know you're almost grown up and I don't have to worry, bye my child and sleep well." I hang up with a deep sigh "uhhhhhhhh." I close my eyes, take a deep breath, pull myself out of Jonah's embrace and jump up. Waving the phone in my hand, I ask "do you know who that was? " With raised eyebrows, Jonas replies "hmmmm...your mother? " "Hell yes, my mother! " Jonas just grins and asks "did she notice anything? " "Was she supposed to notice something, you ass? " "You had yourself well under control." "Just about." "Oh come on, you liked it." "Yeah, I mean no...don't ever do anything like that again." I put the phone down on my desk and sit down cross-legged on my bed next to Jonas. "So what are we going to do now? " Jonas asks. "I don't know, just listen to music! " My iPod is playing Fuel by Metallica, I make a forkful of chips and headbang to it. "I can do that at home too." Says Jonas. Jonas sits down in front of me and runs his index finger between my breasts down to my stomach and asks "Should I go? " "No, Jonas." I lean to one side and reach for a bottle of water next to my bed and take a deep sip. I give Jonas the bottle, lean over to the other side, reach for the baby oil and hold it out to Jonas. Jonas shakes his head and says, "Thank you, water is enough." "You're stupid, what do you think I'm going to do with it? " "Don't tell me you're a mother now." I hit Jonas on the chest with the flat of my hand "you idiot, you know what I want." "Yes, I can guess, have you ever done this before? " Jonas asks. "No and you? " "No" says Jonas. "Okay, so we're both still virgins in this area, let's just give it a try." I push Jonas over, he lies on his back, I sit on him and start kissing him. After a long French kiss, which he has now earned, I grab his wrists and pull them over his head. Stretched out over Jonas, my breasts are now hanging over his face and he starts licking my nipples. I immediately get horny again. I release my grip and slowly sit up and ask, "Ready? " Jonas just nods. I reach behind me and feel his thick, hard cock. "Okay, he's ready." I slowly slide off Jonas and kneel down, leaning forward. Jonas takes the baby oil and kneels behind me. Although I am very nervous, I try to relax. I concentrate on the music, The Ballad Of Chasey Lain by the Bloodhound Gang is playing and I think - how fitting. I don't see what Jonas is doing. I feel a thick drop of oil in the crack of my ass slowly running towards my rosette and I flinch. "Everything OK, Lena? " "Everything's fine, keep going." I feel Jonas' fingers wandering around my rosette until he finally carefully pushes it inside me. With light thrusts he pushes his finger deeper and deeper inside me. With his other hand Jonas massages my clitoris and I manage to relax. With my left hand I knead my breast. A hint of fear is in the air, almost like the first time. But this time it increased the tingling eroticism immeasurably. "Are you ready? " asks Jonas. "So much." I'm actually scared, but I don't let it show. I hear the oil bottle gurgling. Jonas takes his hard penis in his hand and places his bulging glans right on my asshole. He carefully starts to press and slides up and down quite awkwardly a few times before I feel a slight give. My heart is racing with excitement. Jonas leans forward, kisses my back and says, "Relax, I'm very careful, if it hurts, say so." I force myself to breathe calmly and relax. Jonas continues to press gently and I feel his cock moving into me millimeter by millimeter. Again and again he pulls it back briefly and then forwards again with a little pressure. The feeling is great, it hasn't hurt so far. I hear the oil bottle gurgling again and something cool running down my thighs. Jonas presses harder. I grit my teeth and cling to my pillow. Damn, the thing has to be in soon, I think. I bend forward a little because I feel a brief burning sensation. The burning subsides and I press myself back. Finally his rod is all the way in and Jonas starts to thrust carefully. He grabs my pelvis and keeps pulling me towards him. I can hardly believe it, I'm being fucked in the ass for the first time and it's damn hot. Our movements are still very slow, but I feel my ass expanding with each thrust. Jonas pulls his cock further out after each thrust and thrusts it back in more forcefully. I press myself against his thigh with my hand to show him that he should slow down, he immediately slows down, but carefully pushes it in all the way. Jonas bends over me and kisses my neck. Now he no longer thrusts, but instead rocks his pelvis. I moan with pleasure for the first time and breathe "Uhhhhhh... shit, that's hot, you can keep going like that." Jonas grabs my stomach, without pulling his cock out he turns us onto our left side. I stretch my leg in the air and Jonas pushes it all the way back into me. I bite hard into my pillow to stop myself from screaming. I hear Jonas moan for the first time too. My asshole is now so wide that his movements are getting more and more violent. Jonas grabs my leg and holds it for me. I work on my pussy with my right hand and would love to push my whole hand in. "Do you like being fucked in the ass? " I can hardly answer, I take my head off the pillow "oh... yes, fuck me faster... faster... faster" Jonas increases the pace again and I hear our naked flesh slapping against each other. Juice keeps squirting out of my slit. I lick my fingers and stick them deep into my wet pussy again. If Jonas keeps going like this I'll faint. "Oh God, that's hot" grunts Jonas. "Fuck me harder... harder... harder." My asshole is wide enough now, Jonas pulls his cock out and rams it deep in again and again. I never want to be fucked any other way again. I press myself tightly against Jonas and force him to slow down the pace as I feel my orgasm approaching. Jonas pulls his cock out and says "turn on your back, I want to see you." Hastily, without wasting a split second, I throw myself on my back. Jonas grabs my pillow and pushes it under my ass. He grabs my legs and presses my knees to my chest, bends down and sticks his tongue into my asshole, which is still wide open. "Come on, Jonas, keep fucking me, you can lick me later." Jonas bends over me. I press my calves against his shoulders. He doesn't find the entrance straight away, so I help him by lifting my ass. Slowly he pushes his cock back in. I let out a deep "uhhhhh". Jonas' thrusts get faster. Again and again he rams it deep into me. Tears run down my cheeks, I scream with pleasure and Jonas gets louder and louder too. He calls out "I'm coming...I'm coming" "No...you're not,...not until...I'm ready." I grab his neck with both hands and pull him down to me, pressing his forehead to mine. "You...wait...until I'm...ready..." He slows down, but thrusts with full force. All I can let out is a wheeze, "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh." I let go of Jonas' head and grab my bed with both hands, left and right. The approaching orgasm robs me of my senses. Everything goes black, I arch my back, and Jonas struggles to stay on top of me. I scream, "Now...now you can..." Jonas rams his cock into me one last time, all the way to the hilt. I moan loudly and feel my asshole getting warm and his cock twitching slightly inside me. I pull Jonas down to me and we kiss with a long French kiss. With a loud smack, Jonas pulls out his half-flaccid cock, rolls off me, lies on his back next to me and says "wow, that was awesome, wasn't it? " Still out of breath, I answer "but so much, that calls for a sequel." Jonas turns on his side, looks at me and says "but not today." "And why not? " "You got me, Lena." "Hehe" I have to giggle. "Wait, I want to try something." I open my bedside table drawer, take out my hand mirror and show it to Jonas. "What do you want with it now? " "Look, I saw that in a porno once." Jonas looks at me questioningly. I sit up a little, hold the mirror between my legs and start to squeeze. Jonas looks on in amazement. With a long sound like someone is squeezing an almost empty ketchup bottle followed by a fart, I squeeze all the juice out of my asshole. Jonas looks at me and says, "Lena, you just cummed all over your pillow." "Shit, maybe it would have been better to put something underneath." We both laugh and lie down again. I turn to Jonas, he takes me in his arms and I snuggle up to him. We slowly doze off to the soft sounds of Metallica's song One. I wake up when Jonas kisses my forehead and whispers, "Sweetheart, I have to go." I cling tightly to him and say, "Please stay." "No, that's not possible, it's almost 12, I really have to go home now. Otherwise my mother will worry." "Call her and tell her you're coming tomorrow, I'll make breakfast too." "No, that's not possible." Jonas lets go of my arms and stands up. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch him get dressed. "Will we see each other again outside of school, or was that just a one-time thing? " I ask. Jonas leans down to me, kisses me and says "of course we'll see each other again, but don't make a big deal about it, please promise me." I just nod. "Can I use your toilet for a minute? " "Sure, you can, first door on the left." Jonas goes into the hallway. I reach under my bed for my nightshirt. I put it on and follow Jonas into the hallway. I hear the toilet flush and Jonas steps out into the hallway. "I'll walk you to the door." "Okay, Lena." When I get downstairs, I open the door for Jonas. "Wait, Jonas." I grab his hand. "Are you going to just run off again and leave me standing here like an idiot like yesterday? " "No, of course not." He takes my head tenderly in both hands and we kiss with a long French kiss. Jonas lets go and says "I really have to go now, princess." "Okay, Jonas, I understand." Jonas turns around and goes through the door. Leaning against the door, I watch him until he disappears into the darkness. I close the door, go upstairs to my room and decide not to change the bed sheets today and to sleep without a pillow.