Laura
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Prologue
This is a story of introductions, obsessions, clarifications and a course altering week that served as a delta for the four main characters. I knew their attitudes and actions changed soon after they met, but I didn’t know this was that story. Did their personalities truly change or did they just recognize and accept the unacceptable? You decide.
Steve and Sue will tell you their sordid tale in a parallel story and time line.
And so it began
A few years ago, in a Networking class, I met at least three memorable people. Steve, who has remained a friend thru the years and thousands of miles of separation; Jen, a pretty and petite woman with a warm and attractive personality, and figure. A deep sadness traveled with her, yet she kept a happy pretense alive. She was still shocked by the surprise end of her marriage and I tried to be a friend she could lean on, despite my attraction to her and my lustful intentions. We eventually dated briefly.
It didn’t go very far since she was still grieving and my girl and I were in a not so brief ‘timeout’. After four months of separation and angry avoidance, when Sue heard about Jen, she melted her polar, frigid position just enough to casually wave hello in passing. She also stuck her head in the classroom, supposedly to answer notes I sent her, but in reality to observe Jen and me. I refused to get my hopes up that we were getting back together. She might have been jealous or just checking to see if I’d really moved on. I knew how stubborn she could be and how much she hated being predictable. Fortunately, she didn’t see how attracted to the third memorable person I was.
That third person is the subject of this tale. Laura {spirit-of-halloween, spirit-of-halloween-nightmare, halloween-surprises, empress-new-underclothes}was the most stunningly gorgeous woman I’d ever seen - in real life, porn or celebrity - stunning! A compact and petite ninety-nine pounds, ten of those were in her D-cups; her tiny 5’1” frame was otherwise perfectly proportioned. Her small, sexy waist swelled nicely across her perfectly curvaceous hips and a high, firm, well-rounded butt. Though she usually wore slacks since it was winter, when she wore a skirt, her sexy, toned, but not muscular, flawless gams locked all eyes on her petite thighs.
Ultimately, the ‘reasons’ her stunning facial features were such a paragon of beauty was an inexplicable enigma that I had to try to decode. One day I’ll try matching her stunning face to the golden triangle metric of universal beauty. Until then, I try to catch my breath and breathe. At first, I tried to stare subtly. It wasn’t easy and may not even be possible, especially when you are besotted with the subject. She had to know I was staring stupidly since she must have left a long trail of mesmerized men behind.
Even her clavicle was perfectly shaped in twin, soft and sensuous curves; her chin was at once bold and feminine, her lustrous smile and sexy, curved, wicked lips were deadly; her tongue teased and remained untasted, to my chagrin; her breath was flowerily sweet; her cutely shapely nose contributed to her ingenue airs; bright and deep blue eyes captivated, hypnotized and subtly broadcast the profound intelligence behind them; thick eyebrows should have been a detraction, yet on her, they were sexy and shapely; her tall, flat, forehead helped shape her flawless face which had NO bad side and her dark brown, scapula length, nearly straight hair managed to wisp around her jaw and perfectly frame her fair face. Absolutely stunning! All that without makeup!
When she walked into a room, I couldn’t help but sigh. She was so guileless and down-to-earth that her spirit glowed with her ingenue and relaxed innocence. I never heard her curse or be obscene, yet the naughty twinkle in her eye said she wasn’t perfectly innocent or virginal. She was always elegant, refined, modest, friendly and approachable, never one to tilt her nose up with the ‘I’m a goddess and too good for any of you’ attitude that she well deserved. Her relaxed smile, positive attitude and general kindness, despite my awe and deserved sense of unworthiness, emboldened me to approach her. First with false need for help with class problems which she easily saw thru. Yet, she was open to me and presented her own class needs to me. Real, or not? I didn’t care. There was no way she could be attracted to lil-ol-me, was there? Breathless at the prospect, I couldn’t dare entertain the idea. Is there any way this paragon of perfection could stay in my life a while? Maybe forever? Yet, we advanced to hanging out and casual lunch dates, usually with Steve.
Several weeks later, on one of these trio lunches, at a glassed in patio of a Mexican place, I confessed my veneration. By then it was obvious that she knew that Steve and I were dazzled by her persona, physical and spiritual, though we never mentioned it. She’d chosen to wear a moderately short skirt despite the frigid and snowy weather. It was impossible to hide my gaga stares at her sexy legs thru the glass table. Casual chat lead to innocent teasing and taunts and exploring just how innocent she was. Her skirt rested far up her thighs and she delighted in teasing me with casual knee splaying followed by my soft moans. I bravely leapt thru the now open door before Steve did. My heart raced and pounded so loudly I was sure she could hear it. “Listen, bella, I’m going to say some things, truths, that umm, (gulp) may change things for us, but I have to relieve this huge pressure in my chest...”
“Well, Honest ABE, I didn’t know we had a thing going on,” she teased and smirked beautifully. One knee only turned toward me and flashed most of her perfect inner thighs at me. I watched her lips move and imagined my lips on hers, my tongue in her perfect, hot mouth; my heart raced faster. When she leaned to put her treasured hand on mine, I quickly pulled away and avoided contact. Her smile fell and she looked confused and maybe a bit hurt. I felt pained by the pain I saw in her. “Why did you do that? I was only teasing you about your name, Al.”
“Yes, I know and that’s not it. You know what ‘bella’ means and it was nothing but a simple compliment. I moved away because I thought your hand was going to ‘burn’ me. You know, or at least know that I believe, that you are extremely hot. I feel your natural radiance warming me and felt that if you touched me, I’d bubble away, my wax wings would melt and I’d burn and crash. How’s that for mixed metaphors? You befuddle my mind. What thing am I risking? I feel I’m risking your friendship, your daily dose of pure, beautiful energy that enlivens me. I look forward to that dose of grace, and hate the thought of risking it. Here goes...”
I took a deep, nervous breath and decided to expose myself though Steve was still present. “I have no expectations of you. I look at your stunningly beautiful face and look hard for the least flaw. You’re an easy 10, so I switch to a scale of 100 just so I can find the tiniest bit of imperfection. I can’t find anything that mars your skin or facial beauty. I hate to say anyone is a 100, so I dig deep. For some, your thick eyebrows or the slightest bags under eyes should knock you down several points. In you, I see them and they don’t diminish you in the least. One day you will sprout crows feet, and I’m sure they will blend perfectly just for you. I won’t comment on your obvious features below your collar, well, except for one word - WOW!” I glanced blatantly at her tempting thighs again.
“I can say all this since I know I don’t have a chance with you since you are so far out of my range. I feel your powerful spirituality and love your intelligence. You are a paragon of perfection and a solid 100 all around. If I thought I had a chance with you, I would seriously hit on you and try to convince you that I would love you for all my life. But I don’t stand a chance against perfection since I’m far from perfect and just average overall. Leaping for you would leave me a thousand miles short of the humble pedestal you live on. Those are the extremely important things I’m risking.” I sighed deeply and realized I blew even the slightest chance with her with my humiliating blabber.
Steve, being a good guy, excused himself and left us to talk. “Oh, Al. I’m not perfect either. My face is a gift I had nothing to do with. You say I’m pretty, but you should see my sister. SHE is the pretty one. I’ve always been in her shadow. I have, I never told anyone this, a mole on each foot and a little extra body hair in the wrong places. No, I’m not perfect.” She squeezed my wrist. I felt my skin sizzle and loved it. “You are not a thousand miles away. You are not just average,’ at least the parts I can see.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she glanced thru the table at my lap. My eyes and my dick surged in synch! “I see a lot in you that I like, or I wouldn’t be here. At the right time, we might both leap and easily cover the meter, at worst, between us. There is no pedestal.”
My heart raced out of control, my breath scarce. Was she just being characteristically humble and more lovable, or was she telling me she had secrets and was interested? I tenderly covered her hand that covered mine. “Well, I’ll have to see those moles and your hairy bits to possibly lower my opinion. Maybe one day? I look forward to seeing my first beautiful, perfect mole.” It was difficult to refrain from saying that I’d love to lick those feet, suck her sexy toes and kiss those moles. I had no hope of ever seeing her naked or getting into her sexy pants. Did I?
Steve returned, after obviously eavesdropping, “Count me in! I want to see all your hairy bits too.” I grimaced; she laughed, slapped his arm and giggled at his innuendo then called him a very naughty boy. That’s when I knew I was in trouble. She didn’t believe she was worthy of a pedestal and anyone who thought so was a shallow, unworthy fan boy that she couldn’t take seriously. Steve just showed her that funny arrogance that diffuses the annoying admiration that a goddess like Laura was tired of deflecting.
We returned to class for the last session before Xmas break and decided to hang out after class in the same room since we knew it wasn’t booked. Being all out nerds, and grabbing any excuse to hang out longer, after we quickly finished our holiday homework, we explored advanced programming topics and tricks. Brainy and beautiful Laura was unbeatable. She kept rocking her knees apart and pointing her gaping thighs at just me. Was she teasing and flirting with me? Were her bare thighs an actual invitation? Steve took the hint and packed up after an hour, saying he had someplace to be. I easily convinced lovely Laura to stay and challenged her to a knowledge game. Assuming a more distant, funny and slightly insulting demeanor instead of the wimpy acolyte, I proposed we alternate tough questions. My mind went into devious mode to plan how I might coerce or challenge my goddess to strip for me or at least show me her ‘flaws.’
Naughty Laura’s eyes perked up in a devious way. She proposed, “Fail to answer correctly and you have to agree to a slightly indecent dare.” As I hoped, she was intrigued and over confident even as she negotiated the rules of our impromptu game. In fact, since she had the brainy high ground, she thought she’d take advantage and try to embarrass me. “Hmm, any dare has to be restricted to this room, so no streaking the halls or other classes.”
Streaking?! Is that where this was going? Who is coercing whom? Though it was well past class hours and nearing 18:00, some evening classes would be starting soon. Maybe even in this room? Until her comments and glances at my groin, I had not dared to hope for a chance to get her to strip. I wonder what she is really trying to prove. Either she was trying to ‘normalize’ her image, or she had a genuine interest in me. She couldn’t be a mean girl’ just pranking me. Could she?
Grinning widely, she continued, “Let’s simply agree that for every question you fail to answer correctly, you have to strip off something, shoes, socks, belts and jewelry don’t count. Then you have to climb onto the desk and dance for me for two minutes. Make it a sexy bump and grind. I’m going to enjoy this game!”
“Oh, so you really are a naughty [goddess] girl! Well, that helps - you just dropped all the way down to [100] 88! This sounds like you’ve played a lot of strip poker/trivia! You, umm, want to play this now? ‘Streaking?’ Give me a break or I don’t stand a chance against you, smarty pants. We have to include trivia and you have the same penalties. Let’s ‘simply’ agree that we have to start our answer within thirty seconds and when you are naked, you have show me your hairy problems, and moles and do an embarrassing dare!”
“Agreed. That’s Ms Smarty Panties to you! Ladies first. Prove that half of twelve is seven. Your thirty seconds start NOW! Tick tock.” Did she just agree to possibly get naked for me? WOW! Wait, that was too easy!
“Pretty slick, not! I’d use either REXX to manipulate a simple array or, for better optics, Visual Basic to show the formula 1/2 of XII =’ Then split XII horizontally and remove its lower half so the result is ‘VII’. BAM! You didn’t expect me to write the actual program in thirty seconds, did you? Up on the desk you [gorgeous goddess] silly girl. Lose the boots and your choice of blouse or skirt.”
“Oh fuck! I mean ‘Damn’! Sorry.” She kicked off her boots and I gathered them for further use. “Go close and lock the door,” she demanded as she climbed shamelessly onto the desk and exposed her blue mini bikini panties. My heart skipped.
“For shame! You dropped an unnecessary F-bomb. That drops you another eight points to [100] 80. You’re on a slippery slope and sliding down to super model range. The door stays open! We agreed to no streaking in the halls, but never said we had to close the door. In fact, I’m opening the blinds too so we can see the snow and anyone who comes to shovel it. Think how much more thrilling it will be if, when, Steve comes back, or the janitor, another teacher, an evening student or other stranger peeks in and sees you showing some more cellulite. Isn’t that why you suggested this stripping game, for the high risk of getting caught? I didn’t realize you were an exhibitionist!” Exposed before exposing, she blushed.
“Hey! I don’t have ANY cellulite! How do you know me so well already? I never told anyone that I umm, sometimes like to flash - not even my sisters. Please, PLEASE close the door?”
“Sorry, babe. I knew the open door would get your heart racing nearly as fast as mine does just [dreaming of your perfect pulchritude] thinking about your ugly moles. Toss me your blouse as you dance for me.”
“What happened to my timid fan boy? I thought you liked me?” She pouted perfectly and slowly, nervously unbuttoned her blouse as she checked the door and gyrated. I sat on a chair behind the desk and looked up at her. “Are you looking up my skirt?”
“Of course I am. I haven’t seen you in a swim suit, yet, so I have no doubt you’ve been hiding two [extremely delightful, perfect legs] thunder thighs. You poor thing.” Now we see how she swings. I never suspected her naughty, seamy side. Was all this a hidden facet I exposed or was this a special treat just for me?
“Screw you and the thunder thighs I don’t have!” I wish, I told myself. Hips gyrating slowly, constantly, she swept teasingly over her overstuffed baby blue bra then removed and tossed her translucent white blouse at me. I grabbed my chest and grinned a fake attack. She bent her knees and twerked her shapely ass briskly. Happily, that also shook her prominent, tempting tits. Her panties flashed each time her skirt bounced as she breathily looked over her shoulder at me, her pawn. An hillock of smooth, perfect ass cheek teased me until her generous gelatinous breasts aimed their thick nipples thru her sturdy bra. She watched me watching her; watched my dick tent my slacks and flashed me a beguiling smile. “Down boy, two minutes are up. Your turn.”
“You sorceress! I nearly forgot. OK, try this one. A man named Tom walks into a restaurant for lunch. He asks the waitress if she is good at solving puzzles. She replies she is. So Tom says, �I’ll have sausage and noodles drenched with ice cream, hashed. And if you bring me what I really want I’ll leave you a $100 tip, if not I get to suckle your bare tits right here in this booth.’ A few minutes later she brought him exactly what he wanted, and, disappointed, he left her the large tip. What did Tom really eat for lunch? You don’t have to write a program, just deduce the answer. Tick-tock!”
After a long pause, I called TIME. “Hey! There’s no program to write to solve that and not enough info to begin.”
A big, smug smile took over my face. “Since we allowed trivia, 3-D questions are in too. This is actually simple. Take the first letter of each word in his order and you get ... S-A-N-D-W-I-C-H. Strip, bella.” Someone was at the outside window, cupping his eyes against the glass for a better view. My pounding heart and bishop overrode and blanked my brain. I didn’t tell my stunning exhibitionist for fear she’d stop her performance. I needed to know how far she was willing to go.
Her beautiful eyes bulged, her sultry mouth dropped and she squeaked “Son of a bee ... OK, you got me.” She started swishing her hips and tits again for me for a full minute, her eyes locked on mine or my groin, then she finally teased her zipper down and let her skirt fall. She kicked it to me and giggled when she saw me lick my lips. My goddess was stripping for me and her panties were wet! I moaned lightly as my dick surged. “Did I do that?” she asked as she pointed to my obvious swelling. She slowed her swishing and hip thrusts and I locked onto the thick hump of her mons, the puffy, twisty nest of dark hair trying to rip thru her translucent panties and the thick, swelling, wet, camel toe that forced another moan from me. When she slowly pulled her tiny panties up, tighter against her perfect, shapely ass and against her wet slit, I saw a tiny dome outlined at the top of her slit. I gasped. “You silly boy. Haven’t you ever seen a near naked woman before?”
I gasped again “y-y-yes, of course, but ... well, your thighs aren’t too bad after all [they were perfection of course]. Is-is it my t-t-turn?” She hopped off the desk, pressed her glorious tits against me and gently kissed my cheek before warming my ear. “Oh GOD! You are going to make me soil my slacks,” I whispered.
“Ohh, no. We can’t have that. Focus on the puzzle; it’s a tough one. You have two identical eggs. Standing in front of a 100-floor building, you wonder what is the maximum number of floors from which the egg can be dropped without breaking it. What is the minimum number of tries needed to find out the solution?“
“Bella, that’s TWO questions, so do you expect a penalty for each failure and two penalties for you if I get them both? Crossing my fingers, since that would get you COMPLETELY naked for me. Are you ready for that?”
“Are you?” She grinned at my discomfort. “Tick tock!” Was I? Though I’d often challenged myself, I was never an obvious exhibitionist; in fact I was persistently shy about exposing my gents.
“Hmm, the easiest way to do this would be to start from the first floor and drop the egg. If it doesn’t break, move on to the next floor. If it does break, then we know the maximum floor the egg will survive is zero. If we continue this process, we will easily find out the maximum floors the egg will survive with just one egg. So the maximum number of tries is 100 that is when the egg survives even at the 100th floor.”
“OK, I accept that. Time’s up! Any idea what the minimum is?” I said I needed another time slot for the second question. “Sure, sweetie. Start now.” There just wasn’t enough time to resolve this. “TIME! We each get a penalty. It looks like your slacks are a bit looser so they can come off easier.” She brashly palmed my dick and it surged back to life as I gasped. “The second answer may help you shrink back a bit.
“Instead of taking equal intervals, we can increase the number of floors by one less than the previous increment. For example, let’s first try at floor 14. If it breaks, then we need 13 more tries to find the solution. If it doesn’t break, then we should try floor 27 (14 + 13). If it breaks, we need 12 more tries to find the solution. So the initial 2 tries plus the additional 12 tries would still be 14 tries in total. If it doesn’t break, we can try 39 (27 + 12) and so on. Using 14 as the initial floor, we can reach up to floor 105 (14 + 13 + 12 +... + 1) before we need more than 14 tries. Since we only need to cover 100 floors, 14 tries is sufficient to find the solution. Therefore, 14 is the least number of tries to find out the solution.”
“Ouch. That makes my head hurt. I guess you want me up on the desk?” She nodded, her tits shook alluringly as she clapped and beamed. I climbed up and savored the improved view of her deep cleavage before I loosened my belt. My face warmed from the blushing as I unzipped and loosened my slacks. Laura sat on the edge of a chair and leaned back; she purposefully watched my pathetic performance as I helped my slacks fall. Even my tighty whities couldn’t reign in my stiffness. A small smile grew on her beautiful face and her right hand cupped her mons as her legs fell open.
I stepped out of my slacks and kept twerking as she rubbed thru her wet area, up her ravine and over her clit. I had to close my eyes to avoid an early release. When I opened them, her hand was in her panties, slowly circling her clit. My breathing got ragged as I watched until I sputtered, “It’s y-y-your turn.” Though I climbed down, she continued to stroke herself, arced her head back and shuddered soundlessly. “WOW! Those glorious tits!” I whispered then took her hand and helped her get on the desk.
She was still breathing hard and barely smiling, yet managed to gyrate her half-soaked panties. Eyes locked on mine, she thumbed her panties and began peeling them off. My eyes kept dashing to her remaining clothing strip; her chest, tits and throat grew deeper red; her curly topiary was perfect, of course; her crack appeared and her turgid clit pushed her labia apart and begged for attention. There it was! THAT was what the vulva of a goddess looked like. It was radiant, bright pink inside, succulent and open in the hooded shape of the Madonna with her arms and robe spread beatifically. Game over! Restraint over! Three voyeurs were fogging up the windows as they watched her perfect, bare ass appear. One of them was yanking his wanker in the frosty air. If she noticed, she didn’t let on.
She draped her wet panties on my shoulder. “Merry and Happy Xmas!” she whispered in a new, raspy voice. I agreed with the emboldened sentiment, pressed the wettest part of her panties against my nose and inhaled deeply. She smiled and arced her naked mons at me. As I sucked and licked her nectar from her gusset, I thought I saw her peek over her shoulder toward the windows and the seven men with seven exposed, hard cocks thrusting against the frigid glass. “Consider this my first Christmas gift to you.” Then she dropped her voice to a whisper I strained to hear. “And to them.”
Emboldened, I hugged her gorgeous gams and pulled her pussy to my face. After opening her legs, I pushed my nose and tongue into her godly gash, inhaled and tasted paradise. Even her moaning was heavenly, like a chorus of beatific all-white angels in a perfect harmony of orgasm. When I exposed and sucked her clit, her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the desk. I was acutely aware that my goddess had her open legs and perfect pussy aimed at the outside windows. She spread her legs wider and her succulent labia parted without my help. Now sure she was aware of the ten half naked men at the windows and wanted them to see her intimately exposed, I chose to support her compulsion and let them watch her pussy pulse.
As I lifted her head to finally kiss my fallen angel, she glanced at my stiffness that obscenely tented my briefs. After sensuously licking her lips, she slid her hand inside my briefs and around my throbbing cock. My knees shook and I nearly erupted. “You better hold back if you want to make my Xmas happy too!” she opined as she firmly squeezed my cock. After she slightly rolled and pushed my briefs to my knees, I helped them fall away. “Mm, uncut, thick and as delectable as I hoped. A bit hairy, but I’ll shave you later if you’ll let me. Consider it another gift.” She smiled wickedly.
Let her? Later? Ingenue she wasn’t! I wondered; was I just another notch in this irresistible vixen’s belt? At that point, I didn’t really care. As I kissed her passionately, I released her bra and tossed it toward the fogged up windows. She returned the soulful kiss, pulled my cock up, deliberately into view of the voyeurs, spread her legs over the end of the desk to open her pussy for them again and slowly pumped me for them, exposing then hiding my purple crown as she deftly fingered her clit. Multitasking perfectly, she masturbated for them and me. Breathlessly, I barely whispered, “You are too much! If you expect me to last long enough to please you with more than my mouth and hand, you’ll have to relieve me now. Believe me, it won’t take long!”
She stopped jerking me and slowly broke our kiss. As our mouths breathlessly separated, a single, thin, strand of saliva bridged our lips. As it stretched and drooped into an obstinate, inverted, bell curve, we focused on it and felt our intimacy solidify. We moved slowly until the strand finally broke. As she rolled off the desk and aimed her widely spread legs and pussy at the door she’d wanted me to close earlier, we heard a grunt from the windows. One of the men splashed his seed against it and it seemed to freeze there. She smiled broadly. As she adjusted her heavy, hanging tits over the edge to swing freely for me, I stepped back and proudly let our audience see my rigid cock align with her face.
After a brief, comfortable look at the windows, she licked her lips as she stared at my welcome cock. Who was this lusty creature and what had she done with immaculate Laura? When I stepped closer, she cupped my balls, slid her middle finger along my taint and rubbed my puckered hole. Still full of surprises, she lightly kissed my bishop before licking down then up my shaft. “Before I swallow this lovely, stiff rod, you should know that I have no STDs. If you don’t either, step closer and I’ll swallow you and your seed, if you do, step away and I’ll finish you by hand, but then, no glove, no love. Be honest or this will never happen again. OK?”
So there is an ‘again.’ I stepped forward and she smiled as she engulfed me. She checked the windows again and all ten men were intensely jerking themselves. “It’s ice to ave an adowing qwoud mwatch ush!” I agreed and thrust forward fully onto her tongue. She licked and fingered me until my throbbing cock said it was close. Abruptly, she broke away and the chill nearly deflated me, but she flipped onto her back, open pussy aimed at the guys, her head hung over the edge. “Come here and slide your magnificent meat into my throat until your pubes are against my nose. I’m sure our friends out there will enjoy that sight as well as my tits dancing as you thrust against me.”
Of course she was right and well aware of her mobile tits’ impact. As soon as I paused with my balls on her chin, I heard three grunts. I didn’t look since I was focused on her perfect mouth swallowing my cock whole. As it slid down her throat, the muscular squeeze nearly did me in. Heavenly heat, grip and imagery flooded my brain with endorphin and I gasped at the intoxicating consequence. She anxiously pushed my hips back and gasped in some air. “Sorry. You are just so exquisite, I forgot myself. Ready?” She grunted yes and sucked in some air as I began thrusting deeply, yet let her breathe.
After several deep, mind-numbing thrusts, she began to hum the alphabet. At ‘F’ I exploded into her belly as I tried to let her breathe once more. Thrust after thrust, my legs vibrated, my balls and cock throbbed and I drained four times into her gut. She swallowed all of it easily. The last thrust coated her tongue and lips. After licking and swallowing all that, she squeezed and kneaded my cock for the last drops of cum and savored them too. Sitting up with a smile, she stared at the men framed in the windows and sensuously licked her lips for them. Unsettled by her lusty stare, I asked “Do you want to invite them in and suck their cocks too?” Since I wasn’t prepared for a ‘yes’, I solemnly hoped the answer was no.
“Hell no! I’m very picky about sex, but I love letting people watch me. This,” she waved a hand from her sensuous mouth, over her perfect tits and soaked pussy, “is just for you tonight. Maybe all night. And this too,” she rolled slightly and patted her firm ass, “if you can handle it! I can’t get pregnant, so we can go bare back. Let’s really give them a show. I want them to see your cock fill my pussy, if possible.” I blushed at the intense flattery. What she didn’t say that night was that she intended to give the gift of her spectacular self to Steve too before the year end. I’m happy now that I didn’t know that then.
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Interracial“Hey, stud.” I hadn’t heard that in over a month.“Hey, sexy,” I replied.“I have a meeting in your town next Friday. Would you like to take me for an early dinner before I go back home?”“Well, with an invitation like that, how can I say no?” I jokingly said.“Aw, come on, Bret. You know it’s not like that.”“Relax, Laura. I’m teasing. I’d love to have dinner with you. You pick the restaurant since I’m taking you out.”“Thanks, Bret, I’ll let you know where to pick me up, OK?“Sure thing. I’ll...
ReluctanceNext morning we were woken by an alarm call from the telephone. 'Hi,' I said as Laura leaned back in the bed after stopping the ringing phone. 'Hey. How do you feel?' she asked. 'About last night or just in general?' I asked. 'Both I suppose,' she replied kissing me gently. 'Last night was fun. I'd like to do some more. In fact, I'd like to see a lot more of you,' I said after a quick think. 'Right now though I need to have a shower. And so do you smelly.' Laura playfully hit me on the...
FetishIntroduction: ok heres another story building off of part one if you havent read it go on give it a peek =) The train ride was long making frequent stops while we were still in Illinois, but after we left state we really started taking off. I didnt mind though because soon it would be dark and I might get Laura to do somethings I only seen in fuzzy made for t.v. porn movies. Laura and me havent spoken much about what happened just a few hours ago. It all most seemed like it didnt need...
During the summer vacation between my junior and senior year my parents celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary. They had gone on a cruise for their honeymoon so they had decided to re-capture the experience. The biggest difference was the first cruise had been on a second rate ship and had lasted only a week. This time around, due to the fact that they were better off financially, they booked a master suite with a balcony and this cruise would last 15 days.Now normally when they went away I...
I am a real flight attendant for a major US airline but what you wouldn't know from your flight with me is that I am also an addicted exhibitionist.My husband knows this and has, for the most part, supported me in acting out my exhibitionist fantasy on my airline layovers. I told him early on in our relationship that I had an exhibitionist compulsion that, instead of looking for a cure, I had learned to embrace. In other words, I wasn't willing to give it up in a marriage. He claimed he...
Exhibitionism'So, do you want to come in for a nightcap?' asked Laura slurring her words slightly. 'OK,' I said my pulse racing. As soon as the door shut she was in my arms, our lips meeting, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I grabbed her bum and pulled her off the ground, kissing her full lips and rubbing her against my hard cock. Her name is Laura and we work together. We had been flirting with each other for around six months, but never taken it any further as we both had partners. Until this week...
First TimeMartha & LauraSynopsis: A selfish bitch and a gentle beauty captured and broken; the one to receive punishment for her selfish ways, the other to be rewarded as your cherished, grateful slave.---- Night falls on the house, as you rise from your chair, push away the dinner plate, and descend to the cellar to see how your newly-captured slaves are coping with their confinement. Your shoes clack loudly on the flagstones, a menacing counterpoint to the blink-blink of the strip-lights...
?So, how do you want to die ?So, how do you want to die?? ?Please,? she begged ?You don?t have to do this.? ?You?re absolutely correct,? I replied, ?I don?t HAVE to do this. The thing is, Laura, I want to do it. And I?m going to do it. And there?s nothing you can do to stop it.? ?But I don?t want to die!? she screamed, eyes pleading as she burst into tears. ?Oh, little Laura,? I whispered as I bent over my young captive. She was naked, of course, wrists shackled together behind her and...
When my beautiful wife Laura and I planned an afternoon at the beach to do nothing more than relax and polish our tans, we had an experience as memorable as any that we have had. The memory of that experience is so vivid in my mind that I will be able to recount every detail in the precise order in which it happened. Laura had chosen to wear a daring thong bikini that covered only a tiny fraction of her voluptuous body. As we made our way across the soft, hot sand, heads swiveled in our...
The burning wood in the fireplace crackled pouring light and warmth into the vast room. Walls floor to ceiling lined with books and shelves. The glow of the fire made everything in the room look like burnt sugar and honey casting about a calming sense of feeling. But on the contrary an infuriated man hurled a large thread bound text against the wooden wall in anger letting out an estranged growl in doing so. He let his gaze linger on the dent in the wall. He rubbed his palms over his face and...
My name is Jennifer Lorraine Parfit; I am five foot seven tall, seventeen years old and in my final year at school. I have long blonde hair, a pretty face (so they tell me) and a figure that attracts plenty of attention from both sexes.I attend a prestigious academy that is a renowned learning institute. The school is for girls whose parents can afford to pay for them to receive a privileged education. Besides being a fee-paying school, only students who pass a comprehensive entrance exam and a...
SpankingI met Laura by accident. Coming out of my history class, sophomore year in college, I wasn't paying attention as I was dialing numbers on my cell phone and I ran right into her. She wasn't paying attention either, as I guess she was looking down into her purse or something. From the moment I saw her, something inside me changed forever. Laura was about 5'8 and very, very beautiful. She was part Hispanic, part white, and her pristine skin showed it. She had just a touch of Hispanic...
We went through elementary and high schools at the same school though often in different classes. She was a sister from another family. Laura was a bit of a tomboy and regularly roamed with us boys in the neighborhood. She could rough and tumble with us, but alone she seemed quiet and shy. She loved to play in the woods with us, but was an avid reader as well. We went to colleges in different towns. We texted now and then, but we only saw each other sporadically. Laura had developed into a...
Laura blinked drowsily as she came awake. She yawned and stretched, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her supple body. She loved the Cavanaughs' pool and stately house, a house so big that it was almost a mansion. When Mrs. Cavanaugh had asked Laura to stay there for the weekend to watch over her son, Bobby, while she went with her husband on a business trip, Laura had readily agreed. The doorbell chimed, barely audible out by the pool. She wondered if that had been what had woken her...
The start of my junior year was actually a bit depressing. Previous years I'd seen all my old friends, but last year I'd made friends with a lot of seniors, none of whom were back. Nevertheless, I still had quite a few friends, many that I hadn't seen since the end of last year. The first days of school are always like a reunion; I renewed relationships with a few girls, and continued with others. Out of school, I still spent a lot of time at Cheri's house. Kari was going to college...
I was asked to let my mothers friends daughter which is 15 use the pool as she wanted to have some kind of workout and she loved swimming. At this time I am house sitting as my parents were out of town for 2 months. Let me tell you about Laura, she is latina, her mom is mexican and her dad from Honduras. This gives her a very nice tan complexion, she is slim about 5’3 with a cute baby face. I will get more into her looks as the story goes on. Laura had apparently used the house pool...
Laura snuggled into the body at her side; arms encircled her, pulling her close. It felt good. It felt REALLY good. Almost as good as the preceding sex had felt. Almost. She lifted her head, searching for lips, for a kiss. She found both. She teased the tongue with hers. They both giggled, he squeezed her tighter against him. She felt him harden. “Again?!” He playfully bit at the end of her nose. “Well, how can you blame me with such a hotty lying next to me. Not just lying, but nakedly...
A Thirst for Laura Just when I felt our sex life was returning to some degree of normalcy, Lacy surprised me. When she called me at my office and invited me to lunch, I thought “no big deal, glad to do it”. But when I arrived at our usual curved booth at our favorite restaurant, she was not alone. There beside my wife sat Laura, her luscious co-worker. More times than I can count Lacy has seen me literally drool watching Laura at office parties, backyard bar-b-ques at our home and a few...
A Thirst for Laura Just when I felt our sex life was returning to some degree of normalcy, Lacy surprised me. When she called me at my office and invited me to lunch, I thought “no big deal, glad to do it”. But when I arrived at our usual curved booth at our favorite restaurant, she was not alone. There beside my wife sat Laura, her luscious co-worker. More times than I can count Lacy has seen me literally drool watching Laura at office parties, backyard bar-b-ques at our home and a few...
FetishA lady friend of mine once confessed at a dinner party an amusing event that happened to her on an aeroplane. She had been flying alone, economy class from London to San Francisco, and was sat next to a small, overweight, middle-aged man. The cabin lights were dimmed for that dubious time period when flight attendants arbitrarily decide it is bedtime (regardless of the fact it is daylight outside and only 2 o’clock in the afternoon), and she woke from a nap to find she was inexplicably...
Hi! I am Kari. I am a 5’8” green eyed, blonde hair, athletic type of body girl. I went to college to be a nurse. In college, I originally worked at the local hospital through our school’s program, but I quickly learned that college and drinking were a lot more expensive that I ever thought, so I started looking for a job that would look good on my resume but also put some money in my pocket. One of the nurses that I had become friends with told me about job with local prestigious plastic...
LesbianScenes from our visit to the Pettersen home played in my mind like a classic movie. It had become evident that Rosita wanted us there to express her rage towards me for what I had done to her husband. Laura stepped in, saying that she had already expressed her displeasure with my actions and suggested they talk in private. Over the next few days and nights I pieced together what had been discussed as Laura revealed fragments of her conversation with Rosita. Nighttime was the best time to...
As the post-convention clean up was wrapping, the two lead organizers and their gofer Gary said they were going for a bite to eat, and asked if I wanted to come. If I had half the maturity I should have had I would have realized they had decided I was helpful but harmless, kind of like a basset hound who fetched your slippers. Instead I was sure at least one of them was interested and determined magic would happen that night.After dinner, Gary the gofer took his leave, and one of the ladies...
CuckoldI had to smile as I walked out of the guest bedroom. "Grown up? Um, yeah," I thought to myself. It had started out as a typical Saturday night. I was very much a fly-under-the-radar guy. No need to throw my wild times in my parents' faces, but Saturdays were for going out. Tonight I would spend it out drinking and maybe dancing with some nice looking girls. I wasn't much of a dancer. In fact I felt like a complete douche trying to do it, but if you want to meet the nice looking girls your...
IncestLaura and Angel had been friends since Laura moved to the area a few months earlier. They had met through work and became fast friends. Both Angel and I had been attracted to her since we had met her. She was 25, short only about 5 feet tall, skinny, but with lovely big tits. She had big brown eyes and mouse brown hair and a beautiful smile. Not only that but a lovely girl smart and funny. Angel had asked her to join us in a threesome but she didn’t want to as she was only interested in Angel...
Let me start by saying this is all true. My wife and I have/had been married for ten years, that is until a year ago. This was the second marriage for the both of us. My wife was married thirteen years before she divorced. She has a son thirty-nine and a daughter thirty-five (eleven and seven at the time of her divorce). My ex and I divorced after a twenty-seven year hitch and I have no kids of my own; there are a lot of stories connected to my ex (more on that later). My wife and I had...
I was home alone for the entire week end, since my sweet wife had gone out to visit some good girlfriend who lived in a town about two hundred miles from us. Of course, she had taken my brand new car and had left her old one parked at the driveway, just in case I needed to go not so far, she said. Saturday morning I was mowing at the back yard, when my phone rang up. It was Laura, one of Ana’s best girlfriends. Since that bitch had got divorced, she was hornier than ever. And she knew I was...
My good girlfriend Laura was not a saint girlie. She was bisexual, had sex with me from time to time and cheated on her loving hubby Peter also. Her last lover was a giant, muscular and well endowed black man. She used to say his monster black cock drove her crazy every time he fucked her.One night Laura and I were lying naked in her bed, no loving husbands at sight, when she confessed me that she had always had fantasies of being fucked by my beloved hubby Victor.“Go ahead, babe; I think my...
AT 25, Laura Windslow wasn't suffering financially. Her job as a free-lance book-publishing editor saw to that little matter. Socially, was another story altogether. She was a dud in the attracting men category. And she knew it. Book publishing. That fits me, she thought more times than not, the bookworm. The little dull as dishwater bookworm. Her cat jumped up on her lap. "Wiggy, don't you ever get tired of all this excitement?" She giggled. "You don't give a rat's ass, do you...
Author's note: To fully understand this story I recommend you first read 'The Red Dress'. Sunday and I am working. Still, it could be worse. I have had a few days off and the weather is glorious. It is eight thirty in the morning, the sun is up and warm and I have a few minutes to spare, so a cup of coffee is what I need. Get the system started so to speak. On the station is a coffee bar, one I use regularly, so I head there. A young, attractive blonde woman greets me with an eastern...
LesbianCoerced Sex With My Sister When we were kids my sister and I slept together, bathed together, and even shared some clothes. I was only ten months older that Ginger so for two months we were the same age. I had seen her naked for years so when Mom tried to put an end to it we didn’t stop…we just didn’t let her catch us. We only had a two-bedroom apartment but Mom was given a set of bunk beds. I took the top. However, after Mom checked on us we would sleep together. That first morning...
Coerced Sex At Its Finest A couple of months ago I accidentally stumbled onto a way to have non-consensual sex with strange women and to get away with it. I just happened to see a beautiful woman coming home from a jog. She was quite wet from sweet. She took a key from under a flowerpot, unlocked her door, and put the key back. I waited about five minutes and then let myself in. I listened carefully and heard some running water. I made my way to the back of the house and toward...
Damon was sitting at his computer doing work when he heard his cell phone vibrate. ‘Probably that damn client I’ve been waiting to hear from.’ He muttered under his breath. The stress of the last week had left him a little aggravated as the man he was working for gave him continuous grief. He was in the final steps of completing a project but a few setbacks had called for late hours and early rising to get everything he needed to done. As he opened his phone to see the text message he had...
I used to work with a lady called Jenny until she retired last year. She was a total flirt and not bad looking either for an older lady. The last time I saw her was at the xmas party where she was pretty drunk and kept putting her tongue in my ear and talking dirty to me. We had a goodnight kiss, a really deep tongue session with tongue sucking and a good feel. She was rubbing the front of my trousers while I fondled her large soft breasts. Her taxi arrived and we parted. we kept in touch and...
I walked up to the front door of the sensible suburban house with my heart in my throat. I'm pretty daring, but even for me this was a huge leap. I've messaged back and forth with Laura for almost a year on Xham, co-writing some erotica with her, sharing fantasies. And I like her, a lot. But, walking up cold to her home was scarier than I expected. Good god, what if it's a creepy guy? I looked down at my phone, my last message read "Here". A small beep accompanied the words, "I'm so nervous, I...
My wife had just started a new job and I was home alone for the first time in 8 years. She had previously had a job that included the house as part of her salary, plus her office was in the room next to the main part of the house. I was never alone even when she was at work. I had tried to talk her into bringing home a friend of hers a few times for us to share, but she wouldn’t have any part of it. She told me that she once had two guys at once and that she had previously been with another...
EroticA summer afternoon. It's hot. I'm inside the conservatory, cleaning the windows. I'm a window cleaner by trade, but this is a freebie. Well, you've got to look after your mother in law, haven't you? She's just brought me a cold drink and is standing in the doorway watching me stretch. Her name's Laura and she's quite a fittie. I fancied her the moment I saw her ... she looks like an older version of my wife Alana ... she's aged [very/i]well, is quite trim ... sexy bum ... obviously I've...
Laura called me that afternoon at my office.It was strange, since she was one of my wife’s best girlfriends and I even had met her in the past. But Laura surprised me even more, when she asked me to hurry up to his home, because she was in the mood for enjoying a nice piece of dick as mine…I knew she was bisexual and sometimes had some wild encounters with my sweet Ana; so, as she had divorced recently, I guessed she really was in the search and the need of a hard dick. My wife would come home...
Introduction: Laura develops a relationship with her neighbour Mike I wrote this because Im sick of people copying stories from other sites. It brings no originality or creativity to XNXX which, I think is what writing these stories is all about. Anyway I hope you enjoy Laura slipped her long slender legs out of her bed and sat up wiping the sleep from her eyes. It was three weeks to her seventeenth birthday and already she couldnt wait. Since her birthday fell on the week before Christmas...
The Ins & Outs Of LaurabyMikelh©"Keep on washing the dishes." That was the first 'order' he ever gave her. He says that to this day that's the sentence in his head that most turns him on. Probably because he had come up behind her as she stood at the sink, and pressed his cock against her ass. Probably because his hands were cupping her breasts as he said it: and probably because it was his mother's breasts and ass.At least that's what he told me. His name is Steven and he's been my closest...
Jen sipped her ice tea. As she waited for her friend Laura to arrive for lunch, her mind re-played the last month. She couldn't believe what she had done -- what she had let guys to do to her — the last two times they had played the Game. Before, the Game hadn't really been anything more than flirting. But the time before last, she had let a guy almost get under her skirt. The last time, she had passionately made out with a guy, and let him fondle her breasts. Her breasts! Even worst, she...
I have just began working for Miss Anderson a hot MILF that lives on my street, and lately i have been having a hard time concentrating on my classes during school. I had never thought that I would ever be attracted to another woman, sexually or otherwise,until i first saw Miss Anderson.I could get my mind off of her no matter how hard i tried. "Laura,Laura? Helloooo, Earth to Laura." Jenny said as she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face. Huh? Oh, sorry Jen." I said...
I'm Laura Gooding I'm not looking forward to today. In fact, I am dreading it. Today is my first day at Calvin High School. I have never minded starting at a new school. My father, John, was a Major in the Air Force, so I started many new schools in my lifetime. Most of the time I attended school on the base and the kids there were all Air Force brats as well, so there was never a problem making new friends. Even when the base my father was stationed at was too small to have a school, I...
Jean: Total Exhibitionist Slut. The complete story.This is the actual events my wife Jean and I encountered just a few weeks back. We’d stopped off at the Hotel closest to our nearest Airport for a quick drink before we headed off home. What we didn’t expect when we entered the bar, is that the entire bar was full of bored business men waiting for their next connection flight. Some of the guys were in their mid fifties, the majority in their forties and a small amount of very arrogant looking...
My hi my name is Sara. Iam 19 years old and IAM an exhibitionist, i like it when people see me, and when they see me, it gives me an unexplainable feeling, i have two younger brothers and one elder sister, mom and dad works very late in office, and my sister take it as a chance and stay out late with her boyfriend James. My two brothers, either play their video games, or go to their after school baseball practice. My sister room is down stairs and my room is opposite to my brothers room on...
I have just began working for Miss Anderson a hot MILF that lives on my street, and lately i have been having a hard time concentrating on my classes during school. I had never thought that I would ever be attracted to another woman, sexually or otherwise,until i first saw Miss Anderson.I could get my mind off of her no matter how hard i tried. ‘Laura,Laura? Helloooo, Earth to Laura.’ Jenny said as she waved her hand back and forth in front of my face. Huh? Oh, sorry Jen.’ I said...
When I was a teenager in Brooklyn, Laura was my snooty next door neighbor. She didn't like me very much but her younger brother Pete and I were best friends so I was always at his house or he was at mine. Peter and I were sixteen years old, Laura was about twenty, a student at community college and lived at home. Laura's mother Anna loved me and always invited me to stay for dinner. Laura would say, "Why is he always here? Doesn't he have a home to go to?"One summer night Pete and I went to a...
SpankingLauraChapter 1 Laura's boyfriend Derek used to be a loving guy. Derek could instantly remember how hard his dick got when he first saw her in his psychology class last semester. She was 5' 2 with shoulder length chocolate colored hair and hazel eyes. He remembered how on the first day she tried to hide her giant 36 EE breasts under a thick sweater, but anyone could tell by just a glance that there were some massive knockers under there. Being the smooth talker that he was, he...
?Mi’Lud. The prosecution asks that Gary Wilson be given the maximum term of imprisonment allowed for this offence. He has shown himself to be an habitual criminal, and implicated in at least three murders, or suspected murders. He has shown no remorse for his actions, even when the victim was in court, now unable to stand by herself, because of the defendant’s actions. The prosecution believes that Mr Wilson will, upon his release, simply continue where he left off, and we ask for the maximum...
Two day later, the heat wave continues and I get a text from Liz asking if Laura can use the garden for sunbathing. I think, pretty half naked girl in my garden? What’s to consider? I was going to be busy around the house and doing some errands so no problem. An hour later, Laura arrives, looking like she's going to the beach. Short shorts, vest top big beach bag full of who knows what. She sets herself down on a lounger, “this is so kind if you Jack" she says as she starts to unpack. Book,...
Laura's coming out our office door as I'm coming in, and suddenly we're face to face, less than six inches between us. I realize this is my chance, one that I'll probably never have again, but I have half a second to take it or it's gone. So I grab her lapels in my fists, pull her body into mine, and kiss her hard on the mouth. I keep my eyes open, just to make sure, and I see her eyes go wide too. She wasn't expecting this. I lick the tip of my tongue over her teeth and between,...
An "innocent" neighborhood gardener is a HOT exhibitionistThe Meeting*Damn! She is so fucking HOT!* I thought as I rode my bike past the neighborhood's exhibitionist...again. For a couple of months I had noticed her diligently working her yard: weeding, messing with her trees, and mowing with an ancient reel-type push mower...always dressed in the briefest of garments.*I wonder if she knows that her shorts have a tear in the crotch?* I mused coasting slowly past the long-legged silver-haired...
My sister room is down stairs and my room is opposite to my brothers room on first floor. Our parents room is adjacent to kitchen, and granny's room is opposite to our parents room. But she passed away last year. Sometimes when i miss her, i go and sleep in her room. When no one's home i get naked and wander around house. Sometimes i play with myself. Or just move around in every one's rooms use their beds and masturbate. And think about ,they walking on me while i have an orgasm, and...